Inherited Jawbones

I’ve taken up polishing skulls. Not trophies, just my kin— their sockets still echoing what they aren't ready to hear. Though it's only what they've said themselves. I never knew what reckoning meant however, in terms of preparation, that is, my training for the abrasing escalation of the manner in which they've behaved? That's easy, I crack pebbles now, knuckles before a fight, teeth on a dare—testing hollow sentiments. It's kept me protected, but I will say this: it hasn't attracted many fans.