His Story

His words scathed her soul, taking what was left inside of her broken heart. Dreams of tomorrow shattered, the shards of glass pelting her face, they dug away the beauty she once possessed. There is no pain like that of a broken heart in search of the reason why. Screams of pain, her voice silent as her soul cried out for mercy. As he finished his novel, her body held the story of his rage.

A.J. Luna

Tantalize the mind

Many seek only what is physical, yet as the years grow and the maturity sets in, they realize that they blinded themselves with the outer shell and never took advantage of the hairline cracks that can take you to the center of the most beautiful universe. It’s sad that we only see with our eyes and not with our souls. Sometimes I envy the blind. They never have the chance to be lost in only what tantalizes their eyes. As humans, we crave touch, but we deny it from those who do not sedate our vision before they dance in our dreams.

A.J. Luna

Madness

In the depths of nowhere, there is a little madness in us all. Close your eyes and take a step into your own soul. The only way to find peace is to drown the ghosts that haunt your dreams. Alice chased the rabbit, and I chase the pain, is it the madness that consumes us all in the end or the fear of being normal?

A.J. Luna

Picked clean

Heaven and hell raged in her heart. Lashes on her skin, she wore his welts, knowing that every strike on her perfect flesh was worthy of the screams of rage deep within her soul. His hands wrote the next chapter in her tortured life. He wouldn’t stop until all hope was picked from her bones in his acidic reign of power and greed. Did she deserve his wrath, or was she another victim to greed?

A.J. Luna