I wake to the voice in the clouds,
a sermon groaning in thunders tongue.
The corners of my room soften,
shadows stretching like gentle hands
to cradle my half-dreaming touch.
Poetry at 2 a.m
Everything feels closer in the dark,
like the walls are breathing with me.
the world beyond this storm
Is whispering, the end.
Doomsday in all its wrath,
as the heavens split above me.
And yet,
in this small hour,
bathed in thunder’s hymn,
I feel less like a watcher to the end
and more like a child held
by something ancient and unafraid.
I am with it. Waiting.
About the Creator
Natasha Collazo
Selected Writer in Residency, Champagne France ---2026
The Diary of an emo Latina OUT NOW
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By Natasha CollazoExclusive • about a year ago
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
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Comments (2)
Half dreaming touch, I especially loved that!
BAITED BREATH! Loved this. More like a child.. Such a good line.