M I L K
a gradual fall
Figuratively, we bought a house where sand meets the shore.
The train station a ways off, rolls through if need be.
An iron furnace piped the ceiling amongst the marble.
Cement counters and chrome appliances purposely paired like blonde ale and zinfandel.
It was her, she was the feng shui.
Monthly dinner parties mingled between the noble prize literature hall, and sculptures that cluttered an accent wall.
The wine closet stocked with vineyards blood, and every day there was one less bottle.
One less fruit in the braided basket and one less panties in the drawers.
I noticed each dawn there was one less and less of something that belonged to us.
Eventually, I sat in a house with no furniture between the desolate, bellowing walls.
The lies they’d scream at me amongst the many other things that tortured me,
like the missing velvet hangers in the closet.
Or the Egyptian cotton replaced with synthetic silk.
The only visible object that was left was a quart of 2% milk that resembled the once wholesomeness of an undefiled home.
This grueling hushed riddance invaded our space for over a year, but how did we end up here?
About the Creator
Natasha Collazo
**Studying Modern Journalism @ NYU **
Student @ American Writers & Artists Institute
Project: The diary of an emo Latina
Content and freelance creator
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Comments (6)
I'm stunned to near silence by your word choice, phrasing, timing, subject matter, and everything else about this. Best recommended reading I've come across in ages. LOVED IT! 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
Tremendously done, Natasha! This one prompted several reads to appreciate all the intentionality in each line. The progression of “one less” to the final image of the milk was done with such precision
I didn't get it at first, why is she building such artifice? And then it eroded away with such elegance. Brilliant job.
Gosh this was so poignant and emotional. It was relatable as well. Loved your poem!
Wonderful work Natasha and so creatively worded. Excellent job as always!
This was a rough one to read from an emotional perspective, but very well written!