NaPoWriMo - Scenes from an imaginary feral city

• Dirty street with dust & trash windblown to one side, drifting up against doors & walls


• Bricks from the road pulled up & repurposed for some unwholesome alter - still standing - but abandoned and stained with gore


• A street of leaning buildings, stories high, braced at the peak by a squashed cable-car that looms overhead


• A street of many shrines, elaborate and simple alike all with untouched cult statues of unknown monstrous gods.  The incense and candles tell that some still pray here


• A carpeted street, rugs lying in layers - feet thick over cobbles - mouldering & lovely with some unseemly & damp writhing below


• A street full of hanged bones, decayed and eaten by birds, the remnants of ten thousands of ancient executions or suicides


• A viaduct looming over a road covered in crawling, climbing things - legions of ants & armadas of roaches, spiders, crabs and every other scuttling thing, the noise is incredible


• A street full of broken minarets and lined on the sides with stacked bells of every imaginable size, broken from their mounts & precariously positioned


• Streets covered in broken blades & axeheads a sound of metal striking metal over and over emanates from somewhere deep below


• Structures pierced by great fruiting trees, giants of their species, the sky is cielinged by a long procession of every-type of bird.  They are uncannily silent


• Seats, chairs, pews and sofas are arrayed out in the street, as if a great performance was given, long-long ago on the roof of the building at the end of the lane.


• A gushing fountain gives a horrible, poisonous smell, what pours from its many spouts is white and caustic. There are many bodies

Today I did this-  instead of trying to embarrass myself with an actual poem.

Really I need even more scenes - I'd appreciate your suggestions.  I vow to use all of them.