Habitual Remedies

Lay down your broken bones
in a hole we called a home
lay safely, speak softly
and take more than I gave

Are we human or are we habit
blackened lungs and yellow fingers
smoke quickly, drink often
and die before you know

That it is not clear where we
find our joys, where we
lay our heads

That habits make us,
the drink takes us
back down to our safe beds


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One response to “Habitual Remedies

  1. Home is where the heart belong to.
    Nice post! 🙂

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