hope stained constellations.

shine-bright-shimmer,
a sharp cut of light ricocheting
off chandeliers of crystal ice,
we follow its warning,
shards of frosted ink
scrawled across the sky,
foreboding written out
in this holy silence
telling of how darkness still lingers
in the hallows from where we came
hope is fleeting,
but we will not turn back
the stars are our lighthouse,
and they will bring us through
– Ashley Jane

we let silence get the best of us.

we are chasing time
as it echoes through us,
a lingering resonance of reminders
blooming like desperate voices
all racing and resolute
and aching to stain the world with poetry
we tumble like falling petals
beneath a frosted sun,
no sunlight shimmer,
just the dying wisps of melancholy filled mums
twisted up and hidden within the ashes,
left on the grave of all the words
we never got to say
– ashley jane

Reason Within

the face in the mirror wavers,

unable to hold your gaze

while you catalog every flaw

and search for minute imperfections

(I told you there are none to find)

you see the shadows when light is all that pours from your veins,

all the reasons you matter safely stored in a cage

(the spark in your heart illuminates the dark)

your eyes see distortion,

a tangled mess of proportions,

but your soul knows that the sun lives beneath your skin,

a shimmering magic that radiates within

(and I’ll remind you every day, until your mind knows too)

Art by Rosanna Jones

Words by Ashley Jane