words by dominic riccitello

we flew
with waves
between days
and fought
in a play of our own
 
we were
but weren’t
stuck in a motion
of a god forsaken explosion
with blood
curves
cuts we weren’t sure of
 
we frolicked
for our own sanity
to stray from sadness
lie in a twist of consummation
 
and then we jumped
caught ourselves off guard
with a hope of serenity
as we stood in the grasp of hell
wondering how we fell
how things twist
without an able-body
with things we used to think
were lovely