Two Sisters

Deafening Silence By Sy Roth Are they going to die like that Buried under the silt of time with it all unresolved? Are they a ribonucleic disaster, a broken string of DNA Deposited in a weary, weeping womb? The sceptered ones planted it in their mission to procreate. Who asked them permission? When did the disruption begin? They fashioned a departure from a norm, Familial dysfunction that finally became a wasted montage Lollygagging in an empty home where silences echoed off lifeless walls. They were conjoined by mad belligerence Spiraling into ill-spent hours of orphaned emotion. Their pink rooms old, fusty workshops of the king and queen, Merely sex markers built around no ponderable sentiments Other than bowling balls rolling noisily down a lane Rolling thunder of blaspheming rejections Dropped off by bitter tongues That struck the pins with a deafening bang. They wept away in a loveless home, The walls chortling unshared secrets That echoed hollowly in the recesses of their minds— WMD traps laid along the road. Sickly apprehensions lined those black corridors awash in a vale of tears. Sisters wrestled in the battle of Cain and Abel Smashing their heads into one another, Two mountain goats banging their curlicued horns in a death struggle While the progenitors walked about casually to the other side To vanish unvanquished in a flood of decaying synapses. They left behind nothing but questions -- Silent detritus of siblings’ disdain Left in the wake Without answers and deafening silence.