Bad Habits Die HardMature

My bad habits have caught up to me-
I smelled the smoke before the fire reached me,
burning into my nostrils a constant reminder
of the fireplace glowing red in my lungs-
the past has covered me,
a blanket thick and warm,
tucking tighter around my frail frame,
a cobra’s vice at the end of the day,
my worst memories
have branded me,
tattoos of spilling ink,
overflowing with the colors
i’ve been,
the places i’ve seen
the bitterest of all drinks,
a pill of regrets and lonely nights,
my bad habits have taken to calling on me,
and i fear they demand retribution-
bad habits die hard it seems

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