Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

a window not a mirror,

a reflection not of fiction,

disgusting lies,

told through their eyes,

perchance to be,

a dream I see,

till the smile,

fades from their sea,

a widowed sibling,

a dying tree,

my plant,

my seed,

my fruit nor bore,

quintessential steps taken one after the other,

a world not abroad,

over and under,

left through right,

fire,

birth,

insignificance,

a light not caught…