Morning coffee

Hands wrapped around the warmth, her mouth lowered, salivating for the first taste of sweet nectar. Spilling across her tongue, the creamy delight filled her throat with the most magical drops of liquid love ever created. One gush of heat after another, she swallowed every single drop. Her cravings for her addictions growing stronger each time she swallows another mouthful of heavenly delights.

A.J. Luna

Forgotten

Sitting on the shelf like an old forgotten book, she watched as her life gently passed her by, aging her soul with neglect. Hours, days, months, and years, the dust built on her as did old novels that the world forgot existed. She screamed with fears of being replaced by a modern version of a lost life, each generation forgetting a classic’s beauty.

A.J. Luna

Broken windows

She watched him through the old broken window, her stained fingers clung to the edge, crumbling the splintered wood until she bled. Droplets of her pain fed the termites, and his happiness fed her despair. Squinting to hold back the flood, just knowing she would never be good enough rotted her corpse as she took her last hit of his acidic love.

A.J. Luna

Lost at sea

The candle waited in the window, the pathway manicured, she waited for him to find his way back home. Day’s, weeks, month, turning into years, the flickering light was all that warmed her soul. She took her hope to her grave, never giving up faith that her light would beam the brightest.

A.J. Luna