Writing - Dead Oceans

Writing - Dead Oceans

Once I stood on the shores of the ocean, looking out towards the horizon. It was dead. I was staring at the washed up remains of an empire. Plastic and refuse floated, the grave site of a million souls unfettered. The lap of pollution and garbage as they plyed their dance across the shoreline. As far out as I could make, where sea met sky there were but the jagged bones of all that had been lost, and refused to sink.