On Dying Young

Feel the sea wind cold and stark, as the arrow hits its mark, piercing, pulsing, throbbing heart, can your eyes see in the dark? Thin arms inked with dark tattoos grip the sands of deja vu, earth and ocean rendevous, waves of green and turquoise blue. Soon he would turn twenty-one, dying as the day is done, roulette with a Russian gun, spins the chamber just for fun. In the sea awaits the shark, tide recedes, leaves bloody marks, he murmurs now, his last remark: can your eyes see in the dark? ©Danielle White (Inspired by a young CF patient.)