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In memory of Maria by Lara Reis

Lara Reis | Apr 14th, 2021 | poetry | No Comments

Poem

You took me to the beach.
Strolling free
in our long dress
and silly hats
with no address.

We were talking
about boys and sex.
I was fifteen, and you
were a walking dead.
You kept it secret so well,

that your cancer
was feeding
your self’s lungs

I didn’t know.
that day would be the last
we would eat bread,
seashells and cheap wine,
over the boiling yellow grains

On a random day
of summer ends
with the smell of salt
craved in your name.

Poet Bio

I’ll go on an adventure. Later, after a deep nap and a strong coffee, repeat. I will go on an adventure. Later.

All good stories always have a dragon. And for a childish reason, I like the mechanical beating of every word that goes out of tune in front of the pale screen that hides the present night a little inside my head.

My name is Lara, I was born in 1984 and I am writing about the worlds build up in my head and when I am too lazy to express myself in the wording I use my simple drawing skill.

To each one of you who has read and follow my stories, thank you.

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