words by dominic riccitello

twining in our moment
complexity of sin
we’re dying in virtue 
future daughters and men
lying in laughter 
dancing to a beat of nonexistence
the stars are our hearts
and i’m lying to him
under the blanket moon
in fear of what was
we’re twirling infinity
leaning towards black holes
and bones made of knives
which carve hearts
in night
we found
ourselves in bliss
crying to shadows
of what was said
not what was sad
happiness breaks
truth sets in
i said what i said
you misread
the fine lines
we skipped