Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Plastic strips across my face,

stuck down with surgical tape,

hiding the damage that was done,

hiding the marks made with blades of ice,

superficial things painted in white,

my life,

my soul,

my everything dies tonight,

a dusty room,

a stained floor,

a veil of darkness,

a sordid lie,

we step on stones,

we breathe,

we bathe,

we love,

we live,

we cry,

we be,

we are me!