Drowning

By Siena DeMink

I sit, drowning in the hateful comments.

Focus.

Focus on something more.

Waves pounding on the shore.

Crash crash.

The palm blows in the wind.

Swish swish.

The sand crunches under my feet. 

Crunch crunch.

The giggle of children playing.

Haha haha.

But still, I hear the echo of the slurs.