Deserted Island

Porcelain shells –broken from neglect – litter the sand with past lives, abandoned shipwrecks that seep like water beyond the barriers of this island. Skeletons of memories – faded VIN numbers – piled belly up and helpless, five or more high, form the looming mountains of this forsaken world. Life in this place – forgotten and stagnant – breathless, waiting, while a thundering wave crashes down, drowning the old forever with new stale debris.