Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Where the Edges Meet

A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks

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Winter was a weaving web, it brought me all undone.
The underneath was sweeter still, blood red beneath the sun.
Wafer thin, the things I said, the things I can’t outrun,
Oh woe is me, my kingdom’s come, my sorrow’s just begun.

The silence soaked up all my tears, her blood my everything,
A moment lost to fading thought, a hush the shadows bring.
Snippets reel on other screens, played slow and far away,
My life a mirror to the one that slipped from me that day.

I scraped the tiles, I broke the glass, I watched the light decay,
And heard my name within the dark, forever my dismay.

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💬 Did this one echo?
Tell me—before it forgets your name.

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Written by Matthew Tonks
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