Split Poem by J.R. Kelly

Split



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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