My head filled with broken fantasies of a life once lived and a love since forgotten.
My fingers dancing among these keys wishing to not wipe any more tears.
My hair, dark and unruly, clinging to my scalp and praying for permanence upon my head.
My stomach, looking so heavy and full, but feeling so empty.
My nails, bitten down till blood; wondering if the polish will protect them from my nerves.
It's a broken body, but mine.
It is a temple crushed by time and nature.
Not worthy of worship, not even by it's own god.