I enjoy

dark humor

gallows humor

whistling by graveyards

where I will

dance upon grave after grave

celebrating

Friday the 13th

Black cats and breaking mirrors

just to hear you scream:

Anita Marie… you’re a devil!

And I will take you hand and say as gentle

as a dry leaf landing on an dark lifeless street.

” I’m not a Devil, I’m the Devil and you’re my evening treat.”

Daily Writing Prompt: Chuckle