Loathing in jealousy poison…
Paranoia shadows thy sweet soul…
A maiden wrapped with infinite insecurity,
binds her men, protecting from unassuming temptresses
Domesticating an idiotic turmoil within.
We are the objects of her orchestrated wrath.
A catfight soon to be revealed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem