Whats with the stricken grief down there?
You ever get tired of the same ole song?
Well surely! But it won’t be the same ole tune for long.
A subtle melody for you, you have spots and sprung arms out of your rigid spine.
They’re called wings. And you will get them too.
I have two hundred legs and they’ve never gotten me anywhere.
Wait.
For what reason am I to halt any longer?
The dark hole.
I’m in a dark hole.
It’s first a lullaby before it’s an anthem.
I am a worm, inebriated on an ounce of rain with this slow crawl.
It gets much worse, before it gets better.
So you’ve said this line twice now.
Just wait, for your dark hole,
(….said the caterpillar with wings to the caterpillar without them)
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You’re talking to me from an orange.
Yea, it’s pretty unimaginable up here.
About the Creator
Natasha Collazo
**Studying Modern Journalism NYU **
Student @ American Writers & Artists Institute
Project: The diary of an emo Latina (2025)
Content and freelance creator
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Comments (3)
Brilliant dialogue poem concept and so very well executed!
Sometimes, it's just so easy to tell people "It gets much worse, before it gets better." I hate it when someone says that to me, lol. Loved your poem!
an engaging, short and concise poem