Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Suffocating within this withered husk,

dying flesh over decaying bones,

pain filled days,

sweat drenched nights,

I self judge,

I profess to understand,

my body,

my killer,

deaths wicked hand,

skin dressed trickery,

a marionette,

jazz hands at the ready,

let the curtain drop,

leave the dying to rot…