my silent undoing

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I have 63 stories published in 3 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 58009 times and 2 of my stories have been cherry picked.

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Luthor Vandross

My stories

Burn

I am flammable, An intoxicant. People Who talk to me say "You have lovely eyes, Then leave me alone at the End of the night, go Home to their warm beds. And I just stagger And burn: burn everything that

A Cliche

It's a cliché; my life is getting old. People are beginning to tire of my cries for help, My cack-handed attempts at self-immolation. Even the Samaritans don't bother to get back to me. The day in hand is getting out of hand,

Heroes

The Goths are perched like crows On the steps of Town Hall, their Beady eyes staring-out the passers-by. I shuffle past, feeling naked all-of-a-sudden, My sword-hand tucked firmly into my jacket

The Santa Slayer

Santa Claus lay dead on the kitchen floor, his lifeless body a mess of blood and peroxide facial-hair. Xander lifted up the head, examining what remained of the jolly man's face for a brief second before dropping it rather unceremoniously back down again. And then he lit a cigarette, and lapsed into one of his famous Moments of Quiet Contemplation.

That Night.

I never thought that I would miss you; never knew How deep your stain ran Until I tried to Be happy and kept failing, Catch as catch can - Remembering the Night that you undressed me, took

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