words by dominic riccitello

we broke each others faces
hid in the angst of our relationship
the anxiety builds in days
i fade to the north
because the cold feels heavenly
forests of my anger
we twirled in our horror
lied in our terror
and slept in the error of ourselves
to love from midnight till dawn
the nights which held peace
two asleep
two in ease
two broken in disease 
vertebraes cracked
hands no longer held
his backbone grew
but his love
held no value