we’ll soon be swallowed up by the heat.

winter rolls off my shoulders,
replaced by a balmy spring
and the sticky press of uncertainty
we drift through a haze of days
where seasons waver,
as do hearts,
both unable to shake the feeling
of unease
this hot air clings,
making love to skin that still aches
for a breeze

– ashley jane

Cold Nights

you ask me for the time

and wanted to know about the weather

and all I could think about was the year

when winter stripped away the last pieces of us

(i’m barely holding on and you barely remember)

we were so busy putting out fires that we let our own die out

i recall those cold nights and feeling like I’d never get warm

the front yard was drowning in carnations and frost,

and i was lost in memories of us

unable to come up for air

Words by Ashley Jane

Art by Johana Sevlova