UNTITLED [a heroin(e) poem]

Untitled. [A heroin(e) poem]

Slow and seductive,
You call me out by name.
Of course I turn to face you;
You're my favorite superhero.
Dressed in your plastic
masquerade,
Standing in spiked heels...
You move to the music in my head.

How can you hear it,
So perfectly in sync to my rhythm?

Your smooth skin
Reaches around my body,
Landing on my arm.
I try to hide the goosebumps;
I don't want you to know how good you make me feel.

I boost your ego enough...
My pulse quickens and under my skin blue veins pulsate.
God you're beautiful...
Have I ever told you that before?

Breathing your life into my body,
I relax into your being ...
Eventually I watch you gather your things;
Always making a hasty retreat.
You promise you'll be back;
Grabbing your belt you tell me
You'll always be there...
You leaving is the saddest part of my day.
But you left a note this time,
Written in my blood:

"Forget me not.
Love, your heroine."

A reader named Elisia submitted this poem. Like so many addicts she faces a long battle and needs an outlet. She needs a superhero that doesn't leave her sick, miserable, cold and alone when its not around; that superhero is called "clean"... 

This poem moves me as a heroin addict. This poem captures the essence of addiction and resonates with me because I, too, once looked at heroin as my superhero.

This is a superb poem, and I'm so proud of Elisia for writing it and submitting it. The lines are powerful, the message terrifying (the cunning of heroin).

All the best to you Elisia. Stay strong. --DP