Split - Poem by J.R. Kelly
I'll keep on falling and falling
I promise you
until finally one orange afternoon
I'll at last hit the ground,
a spine so slender
shattering in a violent explosion,
tiny little pieces of me for you
to remember my self-indulgence.
I am a freak
with this body of a
slight, joyous female.
Your compliments bring me
no more than self-evaluation.
Behind the bright star
of a hazy atmosphere
I'm nothing but a clone,
a clone of myself and
every other worthless organism
Jesus fantasized about.
I'm merely a fearful monster,
just as destructive to myself
as I am to those I hold dearly.
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