Do Not

My fingers are not needles,
Do not ask me to sew your heart back into one.
My mouth is not an exit door and you are not in a burning room,
so do not try to climb inside me as if I can shelter you from the flame.
My skin is not a welcome mat to my heart. I am not a home you are welcome in.
do not grasp my hand and expect for the doorknob to turn.
this house of mine cannot be opened from the outside.
My ear is not a confessional.
do not whisper into it. I am no temple.
No god resides in my veins,
no ghost rests in the hollows of my bones.
do not expect your prayers of salvation to be answered.
my body does not harbor sinners.