Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Fornicate my sense of me,

let the windows fall open for me to see,

the blinding sands,

the bonding glue,

the flesh rotting from its bones,

the stitches now removed,

the decaying flesh,

the empty eyes,

the dead still dead,

my sickness,

my sorrowful call,

my whispers,

my fall….