Thursday, February 15, 2024

Liquid Gold By Tracey Sivek




Walking inside my own decay, fragments of my illusions fall to the ground 


Facing the stark realities of what never was, or ever will be


An apparition moving forward, step by step clinging to the hope that each one lands on the earth in grace


As the dust flies so do I


Witnessing my Etheric  blueprint crashing into the ground scattering reflections of who I once was


Bravo to the darkness that made me crash and burn


and damn you


for your part in my demise


Standing still in the void, I crave the burn of that liquid gold…the kind that erases all the thoughts,  all the memories 


Until then, I will haunt you, you know 


and you will pay in bits and pieces, while I shred your life force with my gnarled fingers 


Choke on my revenge







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.
Her latest book Navigating Grace is currently available on Lulu.



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