Epidemic Casualties By Tracey Sivek

 

Sitting here in what peaceful resolve that I’ve mustered up with this life I hear gunshots.

With my tree lit, sitting under a cozy blanket I’m warm, and someone else was drawn to their last minute of existence.

Within seconds the screaming, and sirens pierce through the air. Just like yesterday.

There’s no difference between those gunshots and my void of sitting here alone with

a forced façade.

I pour some whiskey in my coffee like my Grandpa did.  Raise the cup up and wonder, am I toasting

that life, or the lack of mine?

Funny how duality works.  Fuck us both.  Now that feels right, and that is about all I feel.

Cheers, to the unknown.

Tracey is a native of Northern Michigan.

 She has work on Writerscafe and Cosmofunnel.  She is also the Author of "Zero Evidence of Life" found on lulu.com.

Her publications include .
The Abyss, Under The Bleachers , The Rye Whiskey Review and The Dope Fiend Daily.