Misfortunate

Betrayal came with a cold lipped kiss that moonless Sunday night.
There was no molecule of good
The devil took the foremost in destroying girlhood dreams
No longer was she whipping her skirt like a dancer
or sitting with her cheek pensively against her father’s knee
while his hand toys with her silken locks and
his voice reads beautiful words.
She became saturated with the fiend’s dirty disgrace.
Her eyes were dark gleams while her jowls swelled with black blood with each deserted smile.
She had become exposed.
And the great Society…. They were set by the ears
as if, they, were pure.