Two girls, Korean and pretty,
Sit on a blue velvet couch, gold
Curlicues composing the frame.
They calmly and patiently brush
Each other's hair with a simple
Wooden brush, their long locks
Reaching their feet and dragging
Along the floor some. They're wearing
Pale pink dresses, the flowery
Garments almost matching except
For the fact that one is short-sleeved
And one is long-sleeved,
Two matching pictures that appear to be
The same, minute differences all
That separates the two of them.
And then they slash wildly with a knife,
Letting the blade fall to the floor,
Letting their rivalry collapse,
Letting their shorn hair drift to the ground.