ode to Judd

The pain is gutting me, tearing at my throat, I am choking on it, I am struggling to breathe, I keep trying to imagine what you went through, what it felt like, what the last thoughts in your mind was, when that piece of glass ripped you, mutilated you into submission, leaving you drifting in the ocean, stained by your blood, slowly having the life taken out from your veins, unable to stop the gushing wound to your neck, I can see your eyes glazing over, as you drift on your back staring at the sky, with the remnants of the smell of the sea in your nose, as you leave your body, your friends, your dreams.