The Devil Poem by Rakshanya Sekar

Shamelessly he smirked as he gripped her fair nape,
her sobs grew with time as he savored her bare chest
She knew her tears, now, wouldn't let her escape
Brutality had claimed her soul for insane pleasure'

She clasped her hands in pain, As blood washed her dignity;
She laid quarreling with her conscience, blame the drug or the father?
Doubting the reality a second, only made it harder to believe
Her father, all this time had longed to sleep with his daughter.