Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

wash away the blood,

scrub away the fear,

a memory of sinister thoughts,

etched into the wood,

remember to oblivion given to thee,

a sea of symphonies sung,

but not sung to me,

haggard,

willow,

crushed bones,

steel traps,

a visitor unwelcome,

a bed not free,

blister the sun,

rub the wound clean,

tomorrow,

not today,

never,

and not me…