HEROIN, A Selection From THE SUN LOVES EVERY PLANET

She said she likes the way
It makes her feel
Dulls the pain of reality
When it feels too real
 
Running from her past
No future in sight
The warmth of the needle keeps her
Smack in the arms of a baroque alienation
Others can’t understand
 
She can pull her hair back
She can smile when she’s supposed to
She can answer her parents
In a way they approve of
But, she’s not the kind of girl
Who can push it all away
The way most people can
 
Her life is planned to the most trivial detail
Like clothes laid out for the next day
She’s constantly reminded 
Of how lucky she is
All she has to do is play her part
Tired of being pretty
She seeks solace in the demise of everything