The Choice

A Haiku Horror

By Natasha CollazoPublished 5 months ago • Updated 5 months ago • 1 min read

9-10-2025

He weighed the silence,

yet pressed against the devil—

choice erased his name.

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Natasha Collazo

Selected Writer in Residency, Champagne France ---2026

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Susan Fourtané 5 months ago
More on choices. Great haiku.
Dharrsheena Raja Segarran5 months ago
This felt so poignant. Loved your poem!

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