Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

A Call Into My Own Arms

A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks

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Time is never linear within the mind,
it sways back, forth, refusing to align.
One last breath gives direction to the few,
each one a mystery, each one of you.

Time folds in on itself,
dragging my shadow home.

We go forward, then stumble in retreat,
I’m not lost, not failing in defeat.
A match once scorched the earth beneath my feet,
a scalpel splintered, blind to what it’d meet.

Ash rises when I breathe,
cutting what memory hides.

The image that I saw was never true,
not the corpse decaying in my view.
A smile broke free, reality’s debris—
sadness, a gift the sea returned to me.

Waves whisper my name back,
drowning me into myself.

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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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