All My Ghosts Have Heartbeats

By Victoria Ellis

All My Ghosts Have Heartbeats is a collection of hauntingly painful and undeniably real poems from Victoria Ellis.

In her third poetry collection, Victoria paints a soul-stirring, and at times, heartbreaking picture of the souls we once loved that we can't forget, no matter how hard we try.

Sometimes the people who haunt us the most are still breathing.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cruel Ink Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Feb 27, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393623076

Victoria Ellis

Victoria Ellis is a new author who publishes Psychological Thrillers and Suspense novels. She is the founder of Cruel Ink Publishing, LLC and her debut novel is Sinners' Retreat. Two more works will be out in 2019 so please stay tuned!Victoria resides near Chicago, Illinois with her husband, newborn daughter, and an abundance of animals.

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Kindred Spirits

Kindred spirits

on borrowed time

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I should have known

you were never

mine

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Mine:

A possessive word to label us

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with words we both know you’d never say,

lingering on the tip of your tongue,

but somehow I’m relentlessly finding

excuses to keep hanging on

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And although I know,

with everything inside of me

down to my fucking bones,

that you felt it all,

somehow even that isn’t enough now

It’s True

It’s true

that you had me from hello

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It’s true

that you had me in the worst way

(the worst possible way)

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And your arms felt heavy around my body

at the time, I thought,

like a weighted blanket

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I thought you were my safety,

my warmth, my peace

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Turns out

you were just another burden

I had to carry

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Hindsight is a beautiful thing

His Heartbeat

His heartbeat

haunts me more wildly

than any obituary ever could 

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The same old searing words echo,

reverberating in my head

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He made sure

to never leave one unkind word unsaid

and I still remember the way

his touch danced on my skin,

the way his eyes were light and beautiful,

a sea inside them,

before his darkness consumed us both 

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I still remember the way

his mother hugged me close,

like maybe she was warning me about him

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Maybe she knew

that madness ran in his blood 

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All of these things won’t leave me alone;

they consume me like a plague

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And in the night,

I can feel him

sometimes— 

feel his grip, the weight of his words,

the heaviness of his lies

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When I close my eyes,

I see the stain of my blood,

his hands,

hands I once held

as I slid a tungsten band

onto his left ring finger

in the middle of January,

could be capable of that magnitude of hurt

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I remember that cold winter night

like a long-lost friend,

when we made that promise

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The air had a chill in it

like I’d never felt before

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I remember it well,

the way it nipped at my skin

and stung my eyes 

almost as much as the tears

that accompanied it

Yes, I Still Write Poems About You

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