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True, blood is thicker than water But what happens if lust comes to overpower? Can blood win it over? Or will it succumb to its torture? A little girl believed that blood is thicker than water; That no matter what, bond is stronger—formidable together That is what she thought, it clung to her very core Not until those shared embraces became something more. “When The Angel fell, Not From Heaven, But From The Trap Of The Devil” “I love my brother!” The thirteen year old girl chimed Unbeknownst of what her fourteen year old brother had in mind; At first, it wasn't uncanny, but it surely wasn't kind She was too young, too naive and too blind. They used to play hide and seek Until sweat and joy is what they reeked They used to share beds and toys And he used to protect her from other boys She used to play with him in the fish-cage until dawn They shared laughter and moments, they were like two pawns; They were brothers and sisters, but almost like twins “Sticking together through thick and thin.” She saw him as her shoulder to cry on; A person—a brother to rant on But she never saw the heat in his gaze that slowly burned on; The same eyes that began to wander too much—too turned on. “When Mama's Out Of The Way, The Devil Comes Out To Play” “Hey sis, wanna play?” “I'll be the seeker, and you'll be the prey” “Hey sis, come next to me and lay” “I'll make you feel good everyday” She used to say “yes”, everyday—every night Until, those play pretends slowly didn't feel right; Because they never were as innocent as they sound And by the abysmal corner, he waits, lurks—ready to pound. The little girl was too oblivious; Unaware of the built up tension that was obvious That every time they were alone, he slowly became curious So intrigued, that his eyes lingered too vicious. Whenever she wore something short, his breath goes shorter His patience, his restraint—his control became thinner The heat between his legs crept and became hotter The forbidden attraction towards his own sister became stronger. “When The Angel Finally Became Woke, That's When The Devil Evoke” She finally felt that something was off It burdened her like a strangling, non-stop cough He started to become bolder, more cunningly tuff; Hands roamed deliberately—gradual and rough. She finally felt it—the creepiness of the creep that crept Every touch had her skin leap, but unwantedly kept The way her body shudders from the smirk on his lip; Makes her blood run cold when he secretly grinds on her hip. “Do you love this?” “Are you feeling good, sis?” “Hey sis, come give your brother a kiss” “Why refuse? A mere bonding is only what it is” They weren't, they never were something mere No one saw those, neither Mom nor Dad, they weren't there The little girl had to endure it, despite the fear And after he was finished? A life is what she would soon bear. “When The Night Is Unaware, The Devil Comes Out To Begin The Nightmare” That night, their parents were long gone That night he was ready to use her in his nasty game like a pawn; That night, he took her purity, his curiosity had won That very night was just the start of something he can't undone. She whimpered and moaned She was being claimed and owned; By her own brother while he heaved in lust She wailed, not from ecstasy—but from dread each time he thrust. He mercilessly pinned her to the ground And went for more than just a round This is the new “play pretend” that he found Unbeknownst of what ties are in exchange that would bound. “Repeat And Retreat” “Hey sis, let's play” “Just like before, I'll be the predator and you're the prey” “Come next to me and lay” “Now, be quiet as I'll have my way” The same, endless mantra since that nightmare came Her own horror story—haunted not by ghosts, but by pain She screeched his name in agony, hoping to be seen Calling out the ghost of what her brother used to have been. And when the doors are creaked and opened? His desperate grip becomes slightly loosened His breath comes off heavy, uneasy and quickened. Then retreats like nothing happened. “Who's At Fault, And Who Got Assault?” How can everything switch so suddenly? How can he do such a thing when he used to look at her lovingly? How can he be a sibling, and also be the father of an offspring? How can he be a brother, and also be a monster? She snapped, the same way how her fear got off her back; She broke free from the chains that held her back She got up to her knees, crawled down at their feet And finally told them what happened under the sheets. They looked at her in terror—eyes widened in horror And who would ever thought that her molester; Was her own beloved brother A sibling, now soon-to-be a father. A boy who swore to protect her Now succumbed from lust and touched her; Taking away her dignity and sanity Making her lose her virginity. “Because in reality, the devil does not just lurk in the darkest alleys— sometimes he lurks inside our own home, own mind and own blood”