Spiral
Spiral into solace; An acrostic
Sounds of 3am
Ideas that go dim
Love that’s been dead
Eagles when they’ve bled
No desire to be fed
Crickets stretch their legs
Eventually, solace shouted my name instead
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Natasha Collazo
Selected Writer in Residency, Champagne France ---2026
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By Natasha CollazoExclusive • about a year ago
Comments (5)
It feels like a release into slumber finally, after all those thoughts in your mind that keep you up. I really liked “Crickets stretch their legs” as an image Natasha🤗
Theres a surrender here, just not sure its for the best or not.
Very attractive
Is this the feel of love lost, we all been there done that. Deep and heartfelt.
That was dark, intense and poignant. Loved the powerful ending!