Cold Nights

you ask me for the time

and wanted to know about the weather

and all I could think about was the year

when winter stripped away the last pieces of us

(i’m barely holding on and you barely remember)

we were so busy putting out fires that we let our own die out

i recall those cold nights and feeling like I’d never get warm

the front yard was drowning in carnations and frost,

and i was lost in memories of us

unable to come up for air

Words by Ashley Jane

Art by Johana Sevlova

Daunting Nights

She pricked her finger on the spindle of your thorns,
fell prisoner to your irascible temper and lying eyes,
the jewel in your own vainglorious crown,
locked up behind the rage of daunting nights
She felt you reach out for her to hold your mad hands
as if to save her from this soul numbing ache,
but there was no hope for resurrection,
no rescue from the shadows of an inevitable fate
She is a darkling left bereft with no more goodbyes,
left drowning in your poisoned petals of madness and spite

words by Ashley Jane©️

art by Glam Beckett

we cut the rope made of daisy chains,

exhaled the barbed fear thorns in our way

we were drowning in a deluge of doubt,

clamoring towards the surface,

struggling to find a way out

but, these flowers are breaking

like waves against our skin,

a cleansing rush of soft petals and promises

allowing us to inhale forgiveness in

now our blossoming hearts can be whole again

Words: Ashley Jane ©️

Art by littledoodlebook via Instagram ©️