words by dominic riccitello

stub of a toe
to the door of your heart
how it bleeds with creed
essentials i lost
sway with the wind
we go forth
finding ourselves in a fort of love
forks bending
a heart worth nothing
sliding with edges
tunes i couldn’t mend
i see you twirl
in a heart of stone
while the gold glistens
and you stray from path
i hurl to your eve
feel you
a lovely ease
it used to be