Malice

I was once told that the body is a temple and that anyone who wishes to worship within it, should be chosen wisely, and that the choice should be based on character and perseverance. 

I don’t think I believe that. 

The body, no matter what form it takes, whether physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, the body is always the same. It is filled with bones and blood and things of the dead. It’s filled with malice and heartbreak and always ready, poised tears, ready to escape at any given moment. 

This temple, this temple is more like a haunted house, and like a most haunted house, my body is surrounded by a darkness that I seem to embrace as the days go on. And also like haunted houses, the darkness owns me, has claimed me to possess and it targets everyone around me. 

This, this is what I believe.

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[PaintedBirdy]

i like haunted houses! another good write. thank you for sharing!