Molly Ii (Madeline)
Molly II (Madeline)
Madeline helped Molly stand,
On her own,
She was too weak…
They gazed at Sara,
In pools of blood,
Lying at their feet…
SHHHHH
Speak not of me,
And do not laugh,
Cast your stare aside…
From behind the pads,
Of darkened room,
And leather jacket tight…
Molly focused all her thoughts
On days,
That lay ahead…
She nodded constantly,
With deceptive smiles,
At all the doctor said…
Hand in hand,
In friendship found,
Together they walked the street…
Madeline from behind the mask
Molly,
In too deep…
Molly opened up,
Her blue eyes,
Wide with terror…
In her dreams,
She lost herself,
And found Madeline’s lair…
Trapped behind,
The doors of hate,
In the recess of their mind…
Molly realized,
Far too late,
To fear Miss Madeline….
Madeline,
With twisted face,
Drove the dagger deep…
Screaming bloody murder,
At the man,
Crumbled in the street…
With no remorse,
She glided back,
Gone without a care…
Molly fell to her knees,
In disbelief,
“What had happened here?”
Molly gazed upon,
The corpse,
At his dead eyed stare…
She heard the laughter,
In her mind,
“I am Sara’s sister, dear!”
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