We tell ourselves as we supervise the children while they play in the street, that we keep them on a short leash by telling them twisted stories of things that live within the shadows, things just outside of our reach, things that will only hurt them, when in the coldness of the truth, in the clear light of day, in the mirror that stares back, we are the true predators, we are the beasts manipulating our own twisted versions of reality, we are the darkness hiding in the depths of who we truly are, for within all of our fleshy suits, is a monster waiting to tear through…
Shadows Of A Mirror That’s Hidden Behind A Flesh Suit Door – Wrapped In Words
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People are surprised when reading Matthew’s stories that he’s a sane forty something year old, happily married, father of one, employed full time, who dreams of dark disturbing things that any sane person would never even contemplate thinking of. But it's true, he’s toyed with writing for most of his adult life, but has always found the peg a writer must fit into is not the shape he wished to be. His writing can be described as lamenting, long, concussive (yes it smashes you in the head), compulsive, and stuffed with rhythmic communication and violence, let’s not forget the violence. His own opinion on his writing is this, “You see, I don't just want the words to seep into your mind, but into your soul, showing you images of blood and beauty through, volatile language, violence, sex, love and sin. My muse takes different shapes, and every now and then you can see her shining her wicked smile in some of my stories, tempting you with her promises, but ripping your heart out instead.” So have a look, and take a seat in my wayward ride, as you join me while I purge through, this twisted road of madness. View all posts by Matthew Tonks
