We claim to hold tenderness in our mouths but really all we have are teethMature

Welcome to the hollow of this body.
A thousand battles fought on this hallowed ground.
Still, you’ve made yourself comfortable amid the debris, 
you’re cracking leftover bones in your fingers,
slurping out what’s inside, leaving the barren pieces 
behind.  Scavenger taken root inside of me,
I can’t cast you out without burning this church down -
but there’s no one that wants to ruin holy things like I do.

The End

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