Good Heroin

my eyelids are stale
and my pupils have betrayed me

exposed my bare truth
and track marks
while remaining
a closed window for my inner demon
my wee satellite soul

a tightly wound coil
keeps my veins
in upstanding condition
always ready
for the dear mother
to butcher what remains
of my dignity

I am good at it
I am good at
spilling words about it
with the aid
of bright buttons
and spellcheck

I am good at pulling
blood
and
problems
from my rotting insides

but above all,
I get the highest marks
in self destruction