Author: scarlettlockett
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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…
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Even Children Get Older.
I earned a couple years of age in just a couple months I don’t know how the gray invaded the entirety of my outer fucking space but it’s not leaving. Its not making sense, It’s spiraling, lingering swirls and twirls of terrible incense. I don’t know what to do. I never do. …
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insatiable.
To eat at the soul could only be a crime committed by the crisis of fear and the things you held dear melt into the illusion of swallowing darkness and what your living in is the shadow of reality, the nerves of rabid delusion.
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The Red Plague
I can’t explain my love for red but it sure does feel good when it’s keeping my body alive. Such a precious thing- lust, love, life. Doesn’t always make sense but I guess we didn’t come here to choose who colors the vision for our eyes of admiration. And I asked for Salvation from this…
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the dress of my dreams
There was a high to the stupidity of hope and my body happened to house a heart with an addiction to unrequited affection. To blame was the Lust that lived for the blood of betrayal- The tease of a wine-colored drip seconds away from staining my favorite white dress. It was as if we kissed-…
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Gold Rush
It comes into focus- The world. All at once. Was I enough? The mirror was honest- it wanted words that waged war on the overflowing sentience of my subterranean darkness. Illuminating, twinkling- Your eyes said enough to pour in pure gold that rushed in the capillary caves of my blood. A silver…
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summer forever
when i see a sunset i wish i could catch it and submerge my life in that shade of orange.
The Scarlett Locket 