Stew Morgue

While picking false strawberries I reached the hotel.

Morning dew forecast the revenge of the sea.
The corkscrew will destroy the breakwater.

Good Evening!
Voices of Vampire from the radio in the midnight.
Overflowing tide!
The bed has been eroded by red wine.
Room Service!
I got into a stew...

The guests are washing their bodies in the kitchen.
The ghosts go back to the attic wearing each gown.