words by dominic riccitello

tables turned to tables twist
to miss the days of eternal bliss
with hell twined
you call forth
in the wind of our sorrow
we divide
to abide by the love of a once desire
the clock strikes eleven
air sets on fire
pain in the eve
broken wings with broken lust
how trust rusts
love combusts and leaves you
blue with hues and shaky knees
longing sentences
and a heart which can’t see