words by dominic riccitello

we lie in perspective
to break each other
take each other
hold the hands
of something we used to
feel on waves
in days and broken hello’s
we aligned in the divide of our demise
slow dancing suicide
a lullaby full of death
screaming kisses
how he used to touch your neck
with his lips which loved
instead of twirled the devil
from side to side
breaking wishes
kissing ashes
dancing on acid
i spoke his name
with a soft whisper
but can you see passion
through broken glasses?