Surfer.
The air smelled of salt,
the beach just below me was alive with activity.
The waves before it began their assault.
A painter near me captured it all with creativity.
I grab my board and make my way towards the beach.
Glancing towards the towering waves ahead.
Above me each seagull began a screech,
Seeking out their own pieces of bread.
The water was blissfully cool after the scorching sand,
and I ran in with my board with an excitement.
Soon I was far from the land,
the wave screaming at me with their incitement.
A wave pounded my body and then there was quiet,
a perfect one began to form.
In my stomach began a riot.
Excitement began to storm.
My foot twitched and jerked,
then my whole body moved to the left.
Something below me lurked
and began it's theft.
Pain, god awful pain filled my body then fear,
I screamed, I shouted,
but no one was near...
Savior from the shark, that's what I doubted.
Blood began to pool above as I was pulled under,
it's black soulless eyes peered at me
as my head began to thunder.
To my god, to any god I prayed, I plea.
Air was no more, my body began to still,
Bubbles became fewer, as blood became more,
The shark had made it's kill.
While I made my way to heaven's door.
