Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

A wayward glance,

sideways,

in the mirror of something less,

my eyes seem dull,

perchance to dream,

me in me,

I see,

yet am blind,

torment me,

augment me,

poison that which I am with the seed of doubt,

dissolved and lost,

wisdom a fools treasure,

yearn to have,

what is not mine,

a body of hope,

work signs throughout,

energy distance,

quality,

without…