They are beautiful

They are princesses, queens, goddesses to be put on a pedestal and admired from afar

One is sunshine

Hair blonde and billowing, eyes bright and blue

The epitome of laughter and life and love

She is sunshine, pure gold

And she is tortured

Drowning herself in flowing liquor

But always finding grace again, rising each day to shine

The golden girl

One is a china doll

Doe eyes to match cascading chocolate curls

Soft and fair skin, almost as easily bruised as her ego

Breakable, already broken

Fragile, to be handled with care

A china doll, touch her and she may shatter

She is a disaster

A porcelain girl losing her problems in a porcelain bowl

But she always finds her light, taking her place on her throne

They are beautiful

Gold and porcelain

Damaged

Falling off of their pedestals

And always climbing back