Fiction & Poetry, Poetry

The Bay

Written by Elena Vague

On my skin I collect the sun rays

browsing a cold wind with lips

so loud

tasting sea salt drips

splashes of water on my face

through my colourful sweater

down low

shore attacked me like vendetta

unwelcoming gravel seems dark

echo of night dissolved the sight

so quiet

my warm sweater felt tight

and I remember so well

you handed a blueprint

turn back

sea dragged me back in

the light of your cigar led no one to shore

unbearable anger with no why

up high I can hear an immersing cry


Elena Vague is a first year Psychology student with the interest for a literature and creative writing. You can find her on Instagram here: @elena.vague


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