For the Two Sisters

Can you imagine? Fear, anguish, desperation, so thick in the air that you can smell it? Taste it, even? How long can they stick together, the two sisters, when the horrors of each passing day threaten to take their precious lives? Innocence... What is innocence? It's long gone from this house. And what is to become of two sisters who are forced to grow up without their innocence? They age, before their time. Soft, smooth cheeks harden and grow wrinkles and creases that hide the memories and the trauma. Bones, once sturdy, begin to bruise and ache. Their bodies get chipped away, piece by lonely piece, until all that is left are old, grey structures, immobile and shat on, like statues. Their young little souls, beaten down just as their flesh, will wane and sigh at the dawn of each new day. For each new day promises these two sisters new tears from old eyes, new bruises from old fists, new horrors from an old man. It is sad to realize that the human spirit can be crushed before it even has a chance to grow.