words by dominic riccitello

his hands grip the edge of our bed
shaken and stirred
how you can fall in love with broken hands
two ghosts in the sheets
a devilish man with handsome teeth
lips like lightning and arms like wrong turns
to feel our warmth scattered throughout
hallways of never and before
stuck between revolving doors
downstairs, but in heaven
a relationship filled with decomposition
aggression without forgiveness
vicious voices steal your breath
hide in shadows to scratch your legs
some have words which scar your lungs
with a darkness, an incarnate
a heartless man i used to know