Cavity

Beneath my vest,
A hollow’s hewn;
A cavern made
Of flesh and bone
Honed and possessed
By madness’ throne 
Where she used to rest alone. 
Beating chest was 
Threshed and blown 
Till this stone guest’s 
Vacant nest had grown.

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