she was like her own heroin
not aaddicted, no
but she had been evicted from her own body
a heroin, afraid of heroin
wishing to be released from the place
she was positioned in
in one stance she stands
clenched fists, red hands
feeling the cold of her fingertips
as they ran down her hips
across the pale white stigments of her face
she began to feel misplaced out of her own skin
dark brown patches
only showed through the pigments of white
as the needle of heroin gently stung her sides
a heroin addicted to heroin
her body was her own heroin
one she'd always be trapped in
a heroin that couldn't be relied on to ever go away.