Freya.

The heart monitor beeps at a steady pace.

The window shines her broken face,

It is sullen and pale with purple bags

a ghost takes over her body, leaving it weak.

Her breath comes out in ragged huffs

she doesn't want to die.

Tears cascade down her fragile face.

The sea sweeps over her.

Hands push away the water's edge.

Birds pick at her stomach and leave an open wound.

Her heartbeat quickens, the colour drains,

which turns it black.

She thinks about the faces of her family,

their arms wrap around each other,

the tears rush down their tired faces.

They seek each other in their time of need.

Her funeral fills with despair,

celebration hidden within the depths of the sea.

The rushing water pushes against their beating hearts,

draining them until they appear black.

She wishes she had seen it sooner. Had known how precious her life was.

Now here her family stands.

They squeeze her hand and share saddened smiles.

She cannot manage to smile back.

She thinks about never being kissed, to never finishing school.

She struggles to keep the water's edge silent,

it whispers in her ears and calls her name.

Freya...

Her mouth closes over, her eyes remain open. Her breath stops. Her heart stops.