low: A Poem

 I get really low
 ink me so it hurts
 dilate
 my eyes
 when I think
 of the rip
 in my skin
 it’s all
 an excuse
 I can do
 my own tattoo 
 when I used to
 medicate 
 my mind
 with my nails
 and a blade
 and a splash
 of ethanol 
 to keep it
 in control
 I’ve been really low