Kristen Luciani

It's been six months since I took a bite of that shiny, forbidden apple, and I've never been the same.

I want to run, to flee, to wake from this never-ending nightmare. But my body is frozen, my heart numb. Jagged pieces of the puzzle scatter across the corners of my mind, and fitting them together is futile. Threads of truth are still missing, exposing the gaps between what__ real and what__ fabricated.