Drowning (First entry- prompt: Five senses)

Eyes shutter open-closed-open but the vision stays the same, dark pupils drinking in a hundred shades of blue. The revving of an engine takes over my reverie, an all consuming noise overriding the sound of my own screams. Salt slips in through my teeth, past my tongue, straight into burning, heaving lungs. Clothes cling and constrict, my limbs loosen, feeling long forgotten. I drift deep, down, as I enter a new eternity.