Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

A brood of clowns, surround me, weeping from the top of trees, lofty heights, falling down, death to the city, death to the clows, a million of more, a thousand if few, mirrored images pained on sand, frowns upside down, hate turned around, worshipping laughter, sinning in hate, slices cut open, seas of red in our fate…