terracotta tile sea floor

it’s all just how you wanted it, rip currents pulling and pulling. i can feel the eyes of your friends on the back of my neck, hotter than the sun. keep us close enough to shore for them to see the show. drag me under for long enough that they come back for more. standing fucking ovations. i won’t mind if you tell me if it’s better for you or them when the joke is on me, before or after the water’s in my lungs, with or without the lifeguard. i won’t mind as long as you tell me how badly they say they wish they could be me when you pull me back onto the sand.