An Open Cemetery With Endless Laments

Broken Seashells, canvasses of lobsters tossed ashore by waves are an open cemetery with endless laments... as green seaweeds decorate them morbidly if they were flowers! I look around this beach not frequented by a wanderer; the strong stench of fish is too unpleasant to sensitive noses, but it's the perfect dinner for those hungry gulls that swish and land on their corpses! Beer cans and water bottles not disposed in nearby bins attract rats with extreme hunger and finding little, they chomp chasing after the mackerels wiggling on the scorching sand; oh, they happily feast on them and hiss... keeping away the squeaking seagulls! This abandoned beach once was as pristine as the bluish water, nobody littered it and people walked barefoot seeking their favorite spots, not getting cuts on fragmented seashells; then hurricane Sandy came and left it desolate... no souls returned to their homes, and it became a ghost town forever... and the few who stayed carried fright in their guts!