words by dominic riccitello

walking the night
surrender foot steps to the snow
not a being in sight, but i feel your presence
ghosts of shadows
standing beside a lonely reflection
the silk of your hair
runs through my mind
taking your body
consuming your might
he walks with conviction
our anniversary nears the corner
how i held you through
with death in the morning
as i lie in bed
words you said
gripping his hands, i reminisce
the fog slips through
sensations bruise
moods turn to cold hard plastic
horror builds and knees caress
the chest of your creed
how greed becomes with money
you can’t be without becoming
a way can’t find itself without moving
an ocean can’t feel unless it’s flowing