– ashley jane
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
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
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
– ashley jane
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
