she’ll devour you whole.

she runs with wolves

in wildflower gardens,

dresses up your pretty petals

in her favorite shades of black

(she’s addicted to the way the night bends)

she has no use for shallow souls

who play masquerade to hide their poisoned roots

she is power and strength,

blossom and bone,

a lioness in eden with magic in her eyes

and war on her tongue

– ashley jane

A Drowning Burn

I called your touch heaven, loved the way it felt as it shot through my veins.

You were a scorch-light, burn bright type of blaze —

the type of fire that steals your breath

and leaves you drowning in the flames

(I’ll never look at fire the same)