LET ME INTRODUCE MYSELF

My name is heroin,

I am the killer of your mother, your sister and your best friend.

I am also known as "smack," "junk," "gear," or "skag,"

I am pure white powder stored in a tiny packet bag.

There is no such thing as a "test drive" with me,

I am insatiable in my desire to succeed.

I am a one-way ticket on a one-way track,

your arms bruised and battered; no chance to look back.

My cousins are equally evil: crack, cocaine and grass,

LSD, Mushrooms, PCP and Hash.

What start as warm, relaxing surges, turn into high kicks

from Satan's tight clutch,

vile venom from poppy's generous lips, I am kind and thoughtful

with a poisonous sting and a crutch.

I will passionately make love to you; I will make you my slave,

I will seduce you, steal your soul; then turn you to headstone

and grave.

My ring to you, a tourniquet, and a deadly marriage proposal,

needle to skin our first kiss; you are now desperate and enslaved and

at my disposal.

With me, there will be no divorce,

for I am your lover, your God, your driving force.

Without me you will puke, shake, sweat and cry in unimaginable pain,

the only cure is another slam of my tiny, white grains.

I am yours and you are mine,

injected, smoked or snorted; I am a white powder so fine.

My name is Heroin,

and I am the killer of your mother, your sister and best friend.

©2005 Karen M. Seith