Annie

running.
waves splashing up, leaving a salty taste behind
on frozen lips.
laughter,
sparkling in sun-filled air.
sand
swirling under fingertips into intricate designs.
finnick.
a glance,
tossed into the world by the wind.
annie.
dark
and
sea
never wavering.
curls of bronze glinting
in bright sunlight.
hands,
meeting,
dry against damp.
heads turn up to the sky
in search of seagulls.
birds,
everywhere, screeching their presence
to the silent world.
linked
fingers entwined
smiles and happiness.
four pools of green
dancing in the sea-soaked sand.
brown flying wild
untamed
streaming in hot air.
a shot rings out and
there is turning
and falling
and screaming.
gone.
gone.
hands scrabbling
in blood and fabric.
one large
one small.
linked
fingers entwined.
sea rising
pouring from sockets.
light fading.
nothing.
one word left in anything.
annie.