words by dominic riccitello

i sat enthralled
in blood
in gore
in you
with words
i couldn’t find
in hot
steamy
slime
i twirled
in lies
in a fineness 
so thin
so impeccable
i tried
i strived
i slammed
but i survived
with a haze
slight craziness
and a hunger
for something 
i never seemed
to know
for love
for this
for his arms
his twine
a lonely grip
i thought i knew
and there we twirled
alone
yet under a spotlight
so bright
we couldn’t seem to land
or gravitate
from edges
from the ocean
from ourselves
the familiar smell
we used to call
we used feel
to used to be
we used to use
when we weren’t we