you stand so tall, so stiff

so proud of yourself

I know you laugh at me behind my back

laugh at my dependency

but when I’m down you’re always there

your cyanide kiss

sugar on my tongue

your touch soothes: wrapped in the death grip

of my shaking fist

and when the chamber’s empty

I’ll hold you there

my smoking gun

my only one

caressing your rigid exterior

your white skin displaying my history

while inside of me

your payload rips through flesh

rips through bone

to free one pathetic soul

together we fly free

you show me sights I’ll never see

before you abandon me

and I wind up back in my white room