Poetry Wednesdays: ‘Serial Killer’

Serial Killer Putting on this hoodie makes me remember the taste of your lips. Addictive. You made me reach somewhere I didn't know I could be. The minutes were hours, yet the hours were milliseconds and for what? For tiptoed feelings and heartfelt repression. For emotion choking and acidic suppression. What is the point when …

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Poetry: ‘Your Name’ 

Your Name  It's 2:06. I'm on this overnight train to Venice, And your name is on my fingertips.  On my tongue, behind my ears.  Embedded within my deepest fears.  Your name is haunting every inch of me,  Like a ghost. My mind filled with this vengeful imagery.  You make me become something I'm not.  You …