Necropolis

Fading stars cloak the blistered midnight skyline, whilst burning embers of a whistling fire swirl mournfully in the impending winter winds. Alabaster flakes drift, creating dunes along the receding shoreline. I lay between long-forgotten beach bones, memento mori. Breath catches in my throat, and all the while, I press my cyanotic fingers against the crumbling relics, tracing what was once porcelain life, now abandoned, left to decay with the sands of time, as soon I, too, will become lost in this bleached necropolis.