So Far From

I am so far from saint
That all I can taste is sulphur,
And all I can feel is the broken glass
I’ve smashed slashing into my skin.

I am so far from perfect
That all my faults could cause tremors
That would tremble the Earth, crack open fissures full of gas,
Like my self-destruction is the latest technique in fracking.

I am so far from adult
That meiosis just occurred,
And I’m nothing but an organised mess of nuclei and cytoplasm,
Existence determined purely by kinase and cyclin.

Yeah. Probably j...