Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Today’s piece of prose is brought to life by the following prompt…

This is my submission for Kevin’s No Theme Thursday.

The Dark Path, Alight with Fire

A circle of fire burns around me, a mirror not a door, winding tales upon the kingdom, let the monsters roar. I spit the words before me, chewing upon the fat, craving sinful playthings, a slice of this and that. My audience, a gift of malice, their faces a lie, I drink from its chalice. I am not the image you see before you, I have no warmth to give. My dead hands pull, my dead hands tear, my dead hands don’t forgive. We shift, we skip, a tribute in his blood. I call, I cry, I gag, I choke. Mother’s milk soured with sin, the shaved goat of wisdom lay down with him.