Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Minuscule mistakes blown into disrepair,

falling down around all and everything,

nothing makes sense,

I can’t come up for air,

dragged down in a spiral,

twisting down and down,

round and round,

fighting for my survival,

deeper and deeper I go,

where no light pierces,

where no one but it goes,

a place we all know,

it needs no name,

eighteen days,

eighteen breaths,

and it’s the end of the game.