hidden things.

everyone has secrets

hers are buried in fields

where buttercups weep

because the sun

hasn’t graced their faces

in far too long

everyone has stories

hers bloom along

the lonely river,

beside the winding road,

on a path of stardust

lined in daisies and dandelions

everyone has scars

hers are nestled within

the clouds’ subtle sighs,

softened by the moon’s kisses

and the sky’s embrace

guarded by a touch of magic

everyone has something

they keep hidden away

she just hides hers

with beautiful things

– ashley jane

Searching Shadows


scarlet fever crashing through blue veins,
ephemeral nights now crimson stained
with ruby roses and cherry leather cuffs
(the sting is a drug but it’s never enough)
and she searches for answers in the shadows,
stop motion stutter and start again,
gently tracing the map on her skin
(can you follow the path of her scars)
there’s a taste of darkness in her mercurial heart
she’s one cut away from falling apart

Words by Ashley Jane

Art by Harumi Hironaka

Please Don’t Change


I wonder if you’d be different
if your life hadn’t been that way.
I wonder if you’d know
how talented you are,
or if you’d see
your beauty like I do.
I wonder if you’d
do yourself harm
just to feel something
if you knew how much
you make others feel.
It saddens me that people
have made you think
that you are anything less
than extraordinary.
It angers me that you
possess scars because
someone made you need them
just to get by.
I wonder if you believe me
when I say that
you are perfect
just the way you are.