Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Dollars for the insults,

with pennies for the clowns,

a Wednesday worthy of substance,

a substance unworthy to be found,

hallowed fortress given strength,

a watched kettle on the fritz,

my name dragged through the sand,

a witness gone missing never to be found,

your fondness was a virtue,

but my blade was too quick,

a sea of red,

three feet down,

spoiled flesh,

of a dirt nap lover…