Stories by tedthedead
Hook
What happens on a dark lover's lane, in those idling cars whose windows are coated with steam and desire? Who...
A Personal Hell of My Own Making
I sit in a personal hell of my own making
As privileged as I may be
A room so buried in dirty clothes and tra...
These Are the Things I Cannot Tell...
It is exhausting
To love you
But these are the things I cannot tell you