words by dominic riccitello

red on the vanity
i asked to ask for me
dabble in sanity and wonder if he ever loved me
but all else, if the blood he oozed spoke truth
i wade in red and wander in blue
the way the sky changes its hue, mood and all of the bruise
how tattoos speak truth
i lie in black, laugh about his cracks
the drugs, holes and lost soul
he always knew, regardless winter daze
but i don’t miss
i don’t need this or that or anything at all
i throw up walls, stride tall and hide from it all
i know time and how blood thins
one day reality will question
the lights will dim as the body begins to thin
my thoughts will diminish while i lie back
 
i think we’re finished