Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Moulded Out of Recycled Waste

A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks

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Poly-plastic images thrust into me,
visions of something the world shouldn’t be.
A silicone monstrosity no hope can stop,
windows opening on towers that scrape the top.

Buried in the earth below,
I was spoken to but never meant to know.
The screen of my happiness nothing but a lie,
bitterness dancing above me in the sky.

I was not supposed to see.
I shouldn’t let me be.
There’s nothing left to see
when I shouldn’t be me.

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💬 Did this one echo?
Tell me—before it forgets your name.

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Written by Matthew Tonks
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