Dear (age 16)

Do you understand the bliss
of this impending doom?
The body that washes ashore
reminds me of you.
Blue and bloating
yearing to breathe
no more time to grow.
with all this hope
faded in her blue eyes.
Once she walked and talked, dreamed and loved
Now she sleeps in her tiny black lagoon
Remember her dancing under a demons full moon?
Pale skin shinning in flattering twilight
Now she sits and stares.
DO you see how this reminds me of you?