Captain-Poppy

i will die with your name on my lips because there is nothing else i'll need to say. you are my coffin, my funeral pyre. as my bones disintegrate, popping and snapping, you will greedily swallow my ashes until nothing is left of me but secondhand smoke. i've danced with you, love, across hospital tile, the scent of antiseptic cloying as valentine's chocolate. you dipped me into unconsciousness, and i willingly closed my eyes. the intrusion of your scalpel teeth no longer scares me. you, my rigor mortis soul mate, always take me under. your tent of frostbitten shelter pulls me down, an anchor, while i gag on pills too abstract to save me. fo