Poems

Hello My Name Is

Emptiness settles on me, heavy in expectation
Waiting for my mind to speak,
But vocally anorexic, I can’t eat your words
Or look at you.

My heart, drained, has beaten itself dry,
Leaving me emotionally sober.
A recovering addict.
“Hello, my name is… ”

Bitter, your lips taste venomous,
Slightly parted, blood red and merciless,
The Dracula of vampires,

Some may say your smiling,
But I know better

Hissing, a cobras’ kiss
You sigh,
Defeated.

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