Dead End

A random road wanders across the desert as voluminous clouds chase the rising sun nary a sound can be heard, save for the whipping wind and clicks of insects. The yawning horizon stretches out reaching towards a vast, expansive sea its crystalline beauty is but a deceptive liar for death surrounds her ever lapping shores. Almost uninhabitable she is like a barren womb in want her waters are lifeless, a fluid grave bearing witness of her desolate decay. Fish carcasses tell their solemn tales along her distant, lonely shores their bony apertures are splayed and pecked hungry seagulls circle, hunting for scraps. Relentless winds are spreading littered whitewashed bones, causing them to tumble about conjuring up a false sense of life. Now the moon is rising as acrid air hovers over the sullen sea the winds seem to shout, “go away” a dull emptiness prevails. The blackest night, save for the moon descends upon this accursed place where the bony beach rattles its lifeless tunes along a haunting shoreline that no one wants to see where no one wants to be beside the Salton Sea.