Natasha Collazo

Joined June 2021

211 stories

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Selected Writer in Residency, Champagne France ---2026

The Diary of an emo Latina OUT NOW

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Don’t waste your suffering
Paranoia defeated me. What started as a headache, followed by severe nausea, turned into relentless panic and anxiety. That spiral somehow became a malignant diagnosis—one that later proved to be false. This all happened over the span from April to August.
By Natasha Collazo6 days ago in Motivation
I’m not afraid of you
I push it down to pretend it’s not happening. The slow slither of ache. The Nagging. Rumoring, “You’re finished, thanks for playing.”
By Natasha Collazo10 days ago in Poets
Grieving the Living. Runner-Up in Say It Plainly Challenge. Top Story - March 2026.
I can’t remember the last time I truly said goodbye. Or if I ever did— when would have been the moment? Was it when I was sixteen,
By Natasha Collazo18 days ago in Poets
Lessons from Taylor Swift
I threw a snowball at Taylor Swift. She ducked, I knocked over a 2-foot windmill. Shattering it into a million pieces in front of the boy of my dreams.
By Natasha Collazo3 months ago in Poets
“Cupid made me do it”
I sat there for hours. More than four. Festering like an expired jar of jam forgotten in the fridge, undesired for too long.
By Natasha Collazo3 months ago in Poets
On the edge of Lily Pads
Bug eyes wear a crown. A slimy kiss with no eyelids. Ribbit—or prince? My lips curve against the spell. He croaks in ‘almost’
By Natasha Collazo3 months ago in Poets
M a g g i e . Top Story - December 2025.
The scars on her wrists show she had lost control one time or another. Maggie’s mom gave her away at twelve, old enough to feel the brunt of abandonment, and to feast on rebellion.
By Natasha Collazo3 months ago in Fiction
Watchman’s Hour
Trumpets practice as the daydreamer dreams. The sleepwalkers walk. The still corpse rots. Altars glow, but not with urgency.
By Natasha Collazo3 months ago in Poets
Too deep for language
“I can’t imagine meeting someone who is the essence of my thoughts.”
By Natasha Collazo3 months ago in Poets
Water from the Rock
They said the desert would finish me, that the map would end here. CT scans are machinery for reason. To spot the clue.
By Natasha Collazo3 months ago in Poets
Beauty among Beast
Wintry hayloft glint— even the cold leans toward the child.
By Natasha Collazo4 months ago in Poets
Outage
When the grid goes out one tealight coaches me how to breathe the next breath.
By Natasha Collazo4 months ago in Poets