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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem