Author: scarlettlockett
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Somewhere in Ktown…
You live in the summer Sun that set on us. An orange I lust For. It holds the passion Of the moment. The months I ran with bare feet Down the beach With you chasing me. I had only turned 23. What was that, Baby blue? I knocked you down on a whim, It’s…
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The Art Of Destruction
There are meadows of yellow ochre That live over our horizon. If you cry for a love That is not mine, Why are you so surprised To find The staining of my dye? My fields are only of Indigo, And Pigment is only so Penetrating. The nature of tradition Does not grow within me. It…
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Signing Off
I’m afraid my emptiness has outgrown my body. Larger than the big blue with an appetite for the shining universe.
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besito de verano
I miss you more Than the charm bracelet I had when I was six. Caught at sunset Again. It’s sticky sweet, Lips of red sugar Licking secrets off me Under trees of forest green, And the orange seeps From modern to the Memory.
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Leather Jacket
December is always reserved for you. I freeze it then reheat it every time I want to remember the love of lived in leather, the rage of a favorite ripped sweater ’cause it sinks in that nothing ever really lasts forever.
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mars baby
I wish I could say it was a bad case of retrograde When you look to the stars, Do you look for safety? The velvet blanket of navy ships your sparkling diamonds to sleep Rocks you like a restless baby gently over the treachery of the sea It’s a hushed sedate me. Each season…
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28
My eyes are happy when my heart is starving to fit into blue jeans. I remember the days my stomach caved in. I could handle the ache in honor of the golden number on the measuring tape. They call you pretty but you just don’t feel it. You have no idea how to …
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Pearl.
My reflection shatters the mirror. A shard of glass in hand, she jabs and stabs until she’s pleased with the shade of red that’s pooled the floor. She dives in- swimming for pleasure, desperate for the leisure that she stamped to the word sexy. She can say it now. It teases the teeth, it pushes…
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rest in peace.
Sometimes, I see all of it, all at once rushing through me and I have to make peace with all of its undoing.
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Midnight Blues
What would I care if you dipped the bristles and dripped me in the prettiest of hues? It’s the sorrow, honey that washed up in the blue of the ocean that night- I pace that sand clutching the shells, spilling the blood. Can I ask? Or is this a screaming match? It’s slipping through my…
The Scarlett Locket 