Safety in the midst of arid gibber-plains,
Held surmounting littered pebbled stones.
Enclosed from the seething
Lion toiling in its fangs as the vultures talons wait to pluck my remains.
Thirsting after my blood as I sat at the table prepared for me.
Effaced from my memory, I peaceably
Rested.
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Natasha Collazo
**Studying Modern Journalism NYU **
Student @ American Writers & Artists Institute
Project: The diary of an emo Latina (2025)
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Great acrostic, Natasha! Very nice progression to that final one word line to take it home!
Oh it is very nice.
I love this one! Super powerful.
Excellent, Natasha!
Loving the poem!
Beautiful!
Amazing poem! Loved your acrostic😊