A trip to the beach.

Dead

lifeless bodies

littered the sand.

Wings outstretched

eyes

forever open

but they do not see anything

any more.

Rust

countless old bottles

aching

to be filled

with messages

then set afloat

into that big

blue world.

Driftwood

bent and twisted

polished smooth

by the pounding waves

and the

turning

of the sands.

Fish

mouths gaping

dried straight and stiff

eye sockets empty

two black holes

waiting for the

water

to claim them.

once more.

(All photographs taken by me)