Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

A lonely minute in a fractured life, a broken glass becomes a knife. Bitter red spills like seas, a wicked grin staring back at me. My mirror image, my hateful self—I loathe, I hate, separated a world away. A veil of glass keeps it that way, a better place that I can’t reach. I dig, I scrape, I cut, I hurt. I’ll kill, I’ll spill, everything, custard, spilling, within, out…