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What doesn’t harden, heals
By Natasha CollazoPublished 6 months ago • Updated 6 months ago • 1 min read
Photo by Klara Kulikova on Unsplash
It seems I bruise
everything I touch.
Even the air around me
feels colder
once I speak.
Still,
there’s a softness in me
they haven’t killed.
And maybe
messing up
means I’m still alive.
Maybe being hurt
means I still care.
Maybe it’s the ones
whose tongue always acts as a sword
that have simply forgotten
how to hold anything gently.
And maybe
I haven’t.
About the Creator
Natasha Collazo
Selected Writer in Residency, Champagne France ---2026
The Diary of an emo Latina OUT NOW
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Comments (2)
amazing
That felt very reassuring for me. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️