The Burn

Laughter fading under the sun’s cruel reign,

red streaks on my skin, like stripes from a brand,

as waves crash and dance, I ignore the strain,

thinking I’m safe, but the heat steals my stand.

Lines like warnings cross my arms, igniting,

salted skin cries out, wrapped in a cloak of heat,

a souvenir from the sea, its fingers biting,

sweet summer joy now a regret I can't beat.