Our bodies are not temples,
I will not be invaded as such.
We are ecosystems.
Made of grit, blood, and change.
Packed with multitudes of intricacy,
We love like gushing streams.
Wound like thorned bush.
Hurt by humanity like hunted prey.
As we burn, as we are cut down,
As we are wounded, crippled, abused,
We still grow.

there was pain
fear
in your bones
that which gnawed at you
in the
belly of the night
the lord
had to take you away.

My heart has no exit door.
He who gets in,
Will  be stuck there forever.
My heart has no key.
Try it now
And you will see.