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