words by dominic riccitello

i feel it fading
four times too far
the body caves
in a reach for yesterday
i pause with release
the chemicals run through
pulse within my brain
the burn, it pulls
i scar with ease
the feelings which used to–
i feel used, too
we dance with a string
he pulls for release
yet it twines backwards
he calls, i ignore
he cries, i go forth
he ran with a string
i couldn’t breathe
we tangoed too far
he knew i’d run
thus far