Imagine Dying at Sea

My entry:

Imagine Dying At Sea

Raging rough seas
Spill over and drag me under
Salty waters burn sun-dried split lips and cracked skin
Bobbing like a water-logged cork; blinded by a hot raging sun
Death's angel comes

Oh, yea, I almost did it again...this is what I wrote before I reread the instructions. Just thought ya'll would get a chuckle. I hate deleting anything that I have to count so carefully to write.

Click Clack Click Clack
Fingers race to keep up the pace
By the computer screen's glare my mind fades to black
Dreams of third printings of books I have yet written come to life there
Dreams do come true?