Beached

Even The Grim Reaper needs to kick back, soak up some rays and maybe toss back a Mojito or three.

When I want to relax that’s what I do.

Except for the scythe

I leave that in my car.

 

Invidia

 

She wanted her blood

her bones

she wanted to feast upon her

Soul.

 

And she did

 

Every last dark and poisonous drop.

That is why

my foolish little friend

your nights

are

starless

and they never seem to end

 

Envy is a sin

for good a

very

good reason

 

Daily Addictions Prompt: GENERATE