Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Harvest thy moon,

as we settle our sin,

a divinity delinquent,

a hollow soul,

offering substance not promised,

the yearning not quenched,

flippant our thoughts,

lost in the haze,

a call to the traditions,

nuances in colours,

poker dotted cum shots,

gestational walls,

vomiting wisdom,

shit stained stalls!