words by dominic riccitello

finding dimes
where pennies spent
my years in black
reminiscing of you and i
back to back
to the same damn song
i sung all too well
and we’re playing piano
feeling the tunes
of muses i used to
kiss on the back of the neck
breaking tens to black
like dark and night
full moons before crescents
danced before me
your eyes in time
with fingers fading
like your voicemails
in the distant eve
and i find you
not because i want you
but because horror sleeps
where we can’t breathe
like sheets and time
cradling positions
water filled bathrooms
drowning in rooms
where i used to think of you
like black and blue
featured moons
and i hear you
not because i want you
but because demons play
in heads at night
whispering tunes
like a midnight summer dream
kissing defeat with swollen lips
heated words
conversations i used to black
from my mind like memories
of you and i
in the past
and in night