as i was doing the laundry

i watch the water like a captivated cat

all those memories being spun around into murky water

in it was the skirt i wore to the beach

it was the first time i get to enjoy the beach with nothing in my back

the air was so soft, my mind was turned off, the waves was calling me home

there’s also my favorite shirt that i’ve sweat out from the summer heat

spinning around counter clockwise

my skin was never friends with the sun

because she’s married to the cold

as if we couldn’t enjoy the best of both worlds

but that shirt is tiny

i let it burn my skin, rays pierce through my flesh, make believe the sting is euphoric

spinning clockwise

i can see the bikini i thought i’d never wear

because it hugs all of my wrong curves

contrary to my believes, it created the picture people fawn over

what’s comfortability when i look accordingly

the water turned poison-like

i wonder if they know what they’re made of

i’d like to believe that they do

despite of the foggy water, making the depth uncertain 

i can see occasional sands, glitter, and tinsel