temple

my body is a temple.
it's not the kind you would think -
a "sight for sore eyes" or a place for worship.
my body is a temple,
crumbling and withering.
vines grow on the walls inside;
the stained glass is cracked;
and the statue of the virgin mary is covered in blood and rust.
my body is a temple,
but it's closer to ruins than one that is newly built:
the eye of the lamb has turned away and left it to rot.

03/28/23
- ch.rlie