Forget me not.

Turn me inside out,
fill me with stones, and
let me sink. deep
into the dark murky
below the tourists who
sip on cocktails and apply sun
cream.
I can pretend I am a mermaid,
and that you meant
me no harm.
I can replay the tune in my head
that has been circling for weeks now:
You spin me right round baby,
right round.
Then I get the ground,
with a thud of a sound.
And my body is now limp
enough for you to drag,
and drop,
and forget.