some kid drowned himself in the pool
and everybody laughed
as the poor motherfucker sunk to the bottom,
screaming in bubbles.
we watched his clothes billowed
forming a cloud around his frame.
toasted to the muffled kicks
under the glittering teal top.
cheered while hysterical limbs scrabbling
against whirling warm water.
the chlorine burned our eyes, our throats,
the same way it rushed down
the kid's windpipe.
flooded his lungs,
razed his alveoli,
filled his gut.
the pool water refracted, inside out,
pulling him down, down
to the crowded deep-end
in another blithe june
where the sun but a hollow,
hallowed white dot
caressing the top of our heads,
and the languid seconds stretching
past the fading ribbons of exhales
was counted by half-drank
beer bottles sweating by the poolsides,
slicked with cold sweat
and blurry fingerprints.
we didn't realize the kid was dead
until the afternoon heat broke.
buried underneath colourful buoys and floats,
his bloated body was held suspended,
striped by wavering ethereal light reflection
and painted blue from the golden sunshine,
his final breaths bubbled to the surfaces
like clusters of frogs' eggs
we oft' found
bobbling to the pool idle waves every summer.
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prompt: bright places
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