Undertow

by Alessandra Torre

But often, it is the forbidden that is the hottest, and the depraved that is the most arousing.

The ocean is a beast. A beast that doesn’t care if it chews you up or swallows you whole. A beast you cannot beat—you can only dance with it until the time comes when it kills you. It will never lose, and with moves like this, Paul is living on borrowed time. I watch him paddle toward it and wonder if this is the moment when he will

die.

death. In the water, we are all equal in the wave’s eyes.