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Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, miserere nobis.
 
I wondered what it would feel like, to file teeth down. To shave off marrow, bone, and pride. Bit by bit, despite the pain, scraping and grinding, whittling layer after layer. I wish to stop—I mustn’t. Harsh, and deliberate. The enamel in the teeth cannot grow back. Once it is gone, it is gone permanently. I wondered, that if I took a part of myself that could not return, would that be enough to call it penance? Or would it only prove how willing I am to ruin what I have been given? As if dulling the teeth would absolve me of my acts; in what I have already done, and in what I have failed to do.
 
I apologize, that when even blunted, my bite still wounds and scars.
 
Bless me, Agnus, for I have sinned, and the nerves of my teeth are exposed, tingling with the sensation of not just pain—but jarring guilt and turmoil. To You who have walked into the frenzy of wolves; ravenous, scapegoating, and violent hunters, I am part of this transgression. I have bitten and taken, I know this. I have felt the delicate give of skin and snap of flesh, and what remains between my teeth testifies against me. I am sorry. I cannot escape the light that burns within the Lamb, as though a last act of forgiveness, it settles over me, and I weep. His life is reflected in our eyes—golden and undying, unextinguished by our teeth. Utterly divine.
 
And still the light endures,
reflected in our eyes.
Not the sharpness,
not the hunger,
but the memory of both.
 
Grant us peace.
 
— nxgoras.