Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

open the doorway she said,
see the sun shine in,
let the ravages of time wash over you,
free me from beneath myself,
under the fig tree buried deep,
I wondered,
was the me I thought I was,
really the me I am,
or was the lies I told others,
the lies I also told myself,
for stars in my own eyes,
lies,
it is,
and it is not,
for the waiting,
was not me,
and I,
I am not me…