words by dominic riccitello

we twirl to our bridges
dancing to a beat with a loss of rhythm
tango or fall, i grasp his feet
he grooves along, my rib cage curls
no stranger to a feign
no stranger to a troll in peace
he sways with the wind, i go with
two doves rescind to tables turning
fuel burns as desire consumes
rooms of the house fill with fumes
tango or fall, i grasp his achilles
do you know how it feels to break ones being
the blood bath, it oozes
dangers become
leaves descend 
to dance in the flames of hell
to kiss without lips
the taste of deceit 
how it felt like an apocalypse