Curvy Consumption

a curvy bottle
filled with poison,
tis my poison
ravenously, i consume
you, yet it's you who
truly consumes of me
my days are cloaked
in meticulous perfection
my nights being a squalid
whore for you
a mess of mumbles
and frantic calls
or whoring of my body
to any passing creature
and yet i adore you
can't wait for the
nausea and throbbing
headaches to cease
just to do you all over again
yes,
you are my poison
and my fate