Black Sand Beach

[Quotidia]

Cement blocks underneath torn sneakers.
Breathing air thicker than dust. Visceral, I like.
I stumble as I rust.

Decaying into a withering sidewalk elm,
alive on the top
with death beneath. Death and Beneath clash on my lisp, perhaps 'under'?

Rubble between my eyes
strolling through deaths
gaze I realize.

Dreams are only as they seem.
Meaning is deaths shadow
in the meadow of failure. Fucking love the concept of a meadow of failure.
Your delusion, a snare.

I really liked the imagery.