Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

A minute,

turned into a moment,

not forsaken is that time,

but time that is to be forgotten,

within this bindings,

within this soul,

may not be what was sold,

but what was stolen,

a look,

a glance,

a moment or a minute,

not was,

but will be,

not said,

but heard,

a moment,

a minute,

a spoken word,

with a burning desire to be heard.