Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Within the fractured frame of a mirrored world,

lies the eyes of my whispered prize,

a magnified branch,

rotten at the roots,

lost in the winds of a prophesied call,

we sway to a song,

we sing to a tune,

twisted play things,

of an impossible shrewd,

lions of winter,

kitten in spring,

a repetitive repeat,

a mirror without me….