The most vile, twisted and blacked of Fridays
It was as if he could physically FEEL his soul retching inside him. Claws as long as fingernails… scratching and clawing at him from inside. Eyes red with anger. The physical embodiment of envy and greed — slowing infecting every inch of his mind and body. In HIS mind, he was just tired. Tired of the constant pressure. The stress. Of having to scratch and claw for every inch of success in his life. While he watched others effortlessly prosper. Why him? What did he do to deserve this? He’d always done the right thing. Been kind to others. Worked