i do not care to reminisce with your days of deceit.

i am walking forwards,

but time is moving backwards

and somehow,

i keep tracing your footsteps

i keep running into you

you celebrate

you call it fate,

but you know i’ve never believed in that

not the way i believe in ghosts

or horoscopes

or bonds that can’t be broken

i am trapped

i am fickle and indecisive

i am whispered dreams

standing at the edge of a scream

but never a follower

no, never

so, will you tell me please

why time has me coming around here,

visiting the minutes of your manipulation,

caught in the seconds of your stare

(i do not like the way these hours feel)

– ashley jane

Love Bombed

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I sipped slow
on your elixir of pretty words,
let them melt like candy
on my tongue,
bombarded with the pleasure
of your warmth,
your sun-kissed seduction,
swayed by your charm
and flooded with your flattery
(overwhelmed, just how
you wanted me to be)
But, the heat soon turned to ice
and I stood there frozen,
your claws digging deep
while you reveled in
a derailing destruction,
the old pleasure vanishing
within my puzzle box heart,
buttoned up and locked
(though you certainly tried
to tear it apart)

Now,
I’ve re-stitched it together
with sweetgrass and sage,
made it stronger,
cleansed the air of your name,
an allegory of faith
and a story of strength
held firmly within its walls

Breath of Words©

Photo: Annie Reha