Scars Behind Carmine Tunic Poem by Hanna Abideen

//Behind the diary she kept an envelope;
Behind the emotional note carries revenge//

' She was wholly tied up with ropes and
Dragged in to a room of holy illumination
Tears split down her eyes while groaning
Customarily where none to save the admirer
His nails of vileness scratched her virginity

Isn't she pulled in to a pool of lust?
By the godman whom she quested for years!
Thusly has not this sin be a holy crime?
Disguised culprit made scars and bruises
Hold even though she nudges lusty stares
Lifted up and start dropping her carmine tunic
Darkness tempted demon's arms rapidly
Repenting 'bout her greed for visible divinity
She was squeezed under cupid's thighs
When showed dudgeon o'er evilness

She was trapped but says transformed enlighten
Lightened candles around only witnessed
How hardly the refusing soul practiced sin!
Did they felt the beauty of a true worshiper?
Would they barely praised what she was forced for?

Coagulated blood boiling inside enslaved ribs
Clotted emotions of naked sufferance
Buried motion of her consiousness she recognized
Frozen soul smelled with suffocation dealt
Media's are sealed with what made on paper,
Themselves called tantric sex for spirituality '

//I lent my eyes to the hued note
Entitled 'Undied' hence got wonderstruck//