Liquid Gold

Daniela Arreola, Maureen Smith, and Isaiah Rodriguez

Working through this lonely streak, I’ve hit my peak, it’s

time to cheat

Chilly breeze combing through my hair, yearning for

something to love and care.

Filling my veins with liquid gold, hopefully it’ll warm my

cold, dead soul.

The past is over, the present is a blur, the future is
unwanted, looking back on how we were

I try to tell you what I feel, but it all spins away on

fortune’s wheel.

I played with the tarot, I landed on death, what I did was

unforgivable, so I’ll take my last breath.