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

Seasons

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I rage like Summer, channeling the beast within,
this heat of mine fires scorching words
I need you hear my pain and feel my hurt
I want you watch when these bridges burn

I am a winter soul who soaks up the cold,
standing alone and waiting on the coming freeze
I am inside, looking out at the abandoned trees
that closely the resemble the forest inside of me

I rise like Spring, eager for change,
my over-thinking mind so quick to race,
beauty blooming in moments of clarity
when strengths are used for charity

I am an Autumn heart and you say it feels like home
despite the chill that rests within my bones
I am a whisper that lingers in the falling leaves
sweet nothings floating in your company

Breath of Words © 11/7/17