She emits a powerful aura.
Her night wails;
high pitched, yet inaudible,
as she mutters words to her deity on my behalf.
She lets out a soft pat on my back,
with drips of tears cascading down her cheeks.
One by one,
tap after tap,
each drop grace's my skin,
sending demons haywire to depths unseen.
She reeks of power;
she's my father's wife.
#TheMouthpiece
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem