Devil's Advocate Poem by Benjamin Chew

Holy stench.

Rusty blade mingled with rotten fish, tinge of dried
semen
in the dank air. In the darkness
only the mirrored walls –

seeing my hideous self – the
Hyde of my own making.

Holy stench. The strangeness of
being

birthed in this apathetic
cruel world.

Taste of dried semen,
my forked tongue

- spew you out of my
mouth.