daylight is for devils too.

your voice

is seared into my mind,

the shrill sound

like when angels scream

and devils dance

and it is one decibel away from

u n b e a r a b l e

it calls from within,

challenging my last stand

against you,

and every damn word

tastes like poison

i can still see your smirk

and that look you give,

your pitch black

soul-haunting stare

stealing my breath

every.single.time.

and I’m left gasping,

choking on a memory,

my tenuous grip on sanity

one slip away from broken

and with these flashbacks

you prove

that not all monsters

live in the shadows

you walked under the sun,

eyes gleaming

and a smile on your face

and yet

you’re far worse

than any demon

i’ve met

in the dark

– ashley jane

never again.

you were barrooms and bedroom eyes

filled with sweet nothing promises,

and i swallowed down your love

but couldn’t handle the burn

it left me with a black heart

and a mouth full of ashes

and now i regret the way

i let you breathe me in

because your words

left bullet wounds and bruises

all over my skin

while those whiskey lips of yours

felt just like a razor’s kiss

and i let you bleed me dry

– ashley jane

i’ve been here ever since.

i dipped my toes
in the promise of tomorrow,
its unexplored depths calling my name
i let its light filter in on shimmering strands
that swore to cleanse the dirt from my hands
but that ethereal glimmer
didn’t have the answers
so i let the dark speak,
its low hum whispering in the distance,
its smoky tone settling into my bones
i let its echoes guide me home

– ashley jane

we rise on haunted nights.

ghostly whispers move

under a voodoo blood moon,

a slow-shimmer-slink

of air over bone,

their dark love calling us home,

cosmic cadavers

with claws that sink deep,

burning nerves

and setting veins on fire

we stand on the cusp of shadows,

slowly disappearing into the ether,

our souls chained to a sinking sun

– ashley jane

the tired and tumultuous.

we’re caught out of orbit,

swept up in this

downpour of

d e s t r u c t i o n

(can you taste the chaos)

we are

itchy fingers on a

quick-trigger-hand-grenade,

minds dancing with delight

at the cold, dark danger,

mouths filled with yesterday’s ghosts

isn’t it

masterful,

the way madness

befalls the weary

– ashley jane

garden of heartache.

wilted,

like funeral roses,

black and crumbling

from the weight of your ghost

they sit in stagnant denial,

thoughts swirling

and dreams drowning

in their desolation,

petals plucked

and seeds strewn

perhaps,

they’ll create

a garden of heartache

for all the lonely people

to water

– ashley jane

darkness lives there.

he wears shades

of brimstone and damnation,

never raven black,

all burnished gold, falu and feuillemort

his eyes are home to an hidden world

made of ancient shadows and sunlight

they welcome you into the fire,

but you will not survive their invitation

to explore new depths

(darkness lives within the flames)

– ashley jane

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