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G H O S T

A poem

By Natasha CollazoPublished 2 years ago Updated 2 years ago 1 min read
G H O S T
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Grains of sand beneath our feet. An image that reenacts itself on repeat.

Haunting thoughts in my slumbering sheets, as we stare upon the chalky sky frothing over an

Oily canvas between blood orange beams rippling off the calm side of the

Sea.

The moment where I always wake up to the phantom of you and me.

AcrosticheartbreakMental Healthsad poetryStream of Consciousnesssurreal poetry

About the Creator

Natasha Collazo

Selected Writer in Residency, Champagne France ---2026

The Diary of an emo Latina OUT NOW

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  • Shirley Belk2 years ago

    Well done...

  • D.K. Shepard2 years ago

    Great use of imagery and internal rhyme! This is very memorable. Well done, Natasha!

  • Paul Stewart2 years ago

    Just...breathtaking...you have such a gift for poetry, Natasha!

  • That last line hit me so hard! Loved your poignant Acrostic!

  • angela hepworth2 years ago

    Amazing acrostic!!

  • That last line is phenomenal! Well done, Natasha!!!

  • Margaret Brennan2 years ago

    profound and very lovely, even though it can also be sad.

  • Anna 2 years ago

    I love it! Such a creative acrostic!😊

  • Silver Daux2 years ago

    Your acrostics are so amazing. I loved this one too!

  • A nice Acrostic poem.

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