words by dominic riccitello

i know you
i shouted
with hands around my throat
a tickle upon my toe
a heartache, i hurled
i never knew you could love someone so
how pain explodes
in your heart
making you numb from the start
he was shades
i spoke truth
threw his life
before my own
we sat in roses
which weren’t red
they were black
slightly used
fused to his heart
of a darkness he thought was art