words by dominic riccitello

in the seats of your disguise
i hide the scares in our hurt
sliding into baths of salt
in words of silence
white noise in the distant television
roped between horror and terror
eyes like night
i tangle between your thighs 
with a neck broken in divine truth
i hope to see the light
within the dark
broken by void and cries
sullen blues in the corner where i met you
indecisive in dire crisis
a libra of lost lies
miami fumes
tunnel vision only made sense in thought of you
like oblivion stroked your hand
i hung your clothes
held the door
skipped on cracks
so words could make sense
hands could caress
the finest hairs on your chest