amber loves the colour scarlett
every since she was six
she thought the colour of blood was beautiful
disgusting! they said
pointing at her knee
whatever
she thought
a master of her own destiny
she loved the colour scarlett
she wouldn’t be swayed
now she’s 92
her house is triple aspect
the sea changes all the time
there’s no blood
there’s an unstoppable wind
it takes her home
it brings her up
it knocks the life out of her
but there’s no scarlett
winter crept up
and she spotted it
a spot of scarlett
bled from a squirrel
the cat killed
rushes of steel
back back back
she’s alive again
she was a dark one