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Bad Habit

Ashes to ashes, placed perfectly between two fingers. Its thin skin secures it as a whole. Pressing my lips onto it as I light a flame. My lungs, bruising like the aftermath of a broken heart. It’s bad for you they say coughing from the pollution of their cars. My middle finger replies while I flick the ash off my cigarette. It only kills me if I light it -which I do.

Bad Habit

Ashes to ashes, placed perfectly between two fingers. Its thin skin secures it as a whole. Pressing my lips onto it as I light a flame....