Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

A hand taken,

a moment short,

liquid dreams filled with nightmares,

you asked the tide to come in,

but never allowed it to stay,

a figment seen but not heard,

the imagination on its own,

we lied to save face,

yet yielded when we didn’t need to,

for the signs were shown,

before the a wave was given,

a pleasure the end result,

even when the sky drew near…