Daddy, who sneaks, carrying blackness of night,
lies with his mouth as he enters too tight.
"Don't tell your mom, she won't think it's me.
She won't even listen. Wait, you'll see."
Threats and caresses intermingle with fear,
body's betrayal contained in a tear.
Violation and screaming for a sexual whim,
no ears to hear her, now it's her sin.
She grates and she bleeds as she covers the wound,
erasing the enemy and memories with fools.
Ripping away pieces at every slight chance,
Doesn't deserve more. Broken soul's dance.
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