The Creature Poem by K.N. Sheldon

I squint through my goggles and I see shimmering water. I see sand below and the brilliant sun above. I see something dark flash by up ahead.
I hear the steady swish of my flippers. I hear the bubbling of my tank. I hear something-big move behind me.
I smell the fear in my sub-marine sweat. I smell the silent thickness, in its entire dastardly odor. I smell the aroma of pure oxygen.
I taste the saltwater entering my mouth. I taste blood as I slip in and out of consciousness. I taste the rotten flesh of the creature’s tentacle.
I feel all consciousness finally leaving me. I feel the sand as my body lands softly on it. I feel a strong hand pulling me back towards the surface.