Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Broken,

but not stained,

the hardened manhood,

flaccid days are gone,

wooden structures,

built against the grain,

a goat,

a deer,

my seaman smeared across your face,

die in the digestion,

of a place not named,

perform my ritual,

swallow not spit,

regret,

forget,

forgotten,

a name lost,

but carved in my chest…