Craig E Scutt
@celliott1970.bsky.social
in triplicate, if known. what roams behind my orbital bones.
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Pinned
And I, a forest of dark need.
We could blossom.
We could burn.
As long as it’s together
No need to discern.
We could burn.
As long as it’s together
No need to discern.
February 8, 2026 at 2:07 AM
We could blossom.
We could burn.
As long as it’s together
No need to discern.
We could burn.
As long as it’s together
No need to discern.
Oh, to be caught up so deeply in the delirium of our long term entanglement,
I fail to see the cues and consequences falling all around us.
My hands, yours. Your body,mine. Mine,yours in kind.
We are bound again and again.
One flesh.One heart.Two souls.
Mated in every lifetime gone and yet to come.
I fail to see the cues and consequences falling all around us.
My hands, yours. Your body,mine. Mine,yours in kind.
We are bound again and again.
One flesh.One heart.Two souls.
Mated in every lifetime gone and yet to come.
February 8, 2026 at 2:04 AM
Oh, to be caught up so deeply in the delirium of our long term entanglement,
I fail to see the cues and consequences falling all around us.
My hands, yours. Your body,mine. Mine,yours in kind.
We are bound again and again.
One flesh.One heart.Two souls.
Mated in every lifetime gone and yet to come.
I fail to see the cues and consequences falling all around us.
My hands, yours. Your body,mine. Mine,yours in kind.
We are bound again and again.
One flesh.One heart.Two souls.
Mated in every lifetime gone and yet to come.
There is no disappointment to be found where expectation was never rooted.
February 7, 2026 at 2:05 PM
There is no disappointment to be found where expectation was never rooted.
Craving new connections
Alliances and dalliances anew.
Anything and everything
On the table, laid bare
Life’s too short for less, it’s true.
Alliances and dalliances anew.
Anything and everything
On the table, laid bare
Life’s too short for less, it’s true.
February 5, 2026 at 8:42 PM
Craving new connections
Alliances and dalliances anew.
Anything and everything
On the table, laid bare
Life’s too short for less, it’s true.
Alliances and dalliances anew.
Anything and everything
On the table, laid bare
Life’s too short for less, it’s true.
@seancefiction.bsky.social
There’s depth here
I’m nearly certain
That ought to be
Explored
Within, without.
There’s depth here
I’m nearly certain
That ought to be
Explored
Within, without.
February 5, 2026 at 8:39 PM
@seancefiction.bsky.social
There’s depth here
I’m nearly certain
That ought to be
Explored
Within, without.
There’s depth here
I’m nearly certain
That ought to be
Explored
Within, without.
Every nerve
And fibre, aching
For the heat
Of her touch.
The cold
Lowly needful wanting
Growing
To be too much.
And fibre, aching
For the heat
Of her touch.
The cold
Lowly needful wanting
Growing
To be too much.
February 5, 2026 at 8:36 PM
Every nerve
And fibre, aching
For the heat
Of her touch.
The cold
Lowly needful wanting
Growing
To be too much.
And fibre, aching
For the heat
Of her touch.
The cold
Lowly needful wanting
Growing
To be too much.
She might be his constant too;
February 5, 2026 at 8:34 AM
She might be his constant too;
Reposted by Craig E Scutt
February 5, 2026 at 3:04 AM
Reposted by Craig E Scutt
ask the
crescent moon
and the Ms on yr
palms,
they might tell you
vvhere you belong…✨
crescent moon
and the Ms on yr
palms,
they might tell you
vvhere you belong…✨
February 5, 2026 at 7:38 AM
ask the
crescent moon
and the Ms on yr
palms,
they might tell you
vvhere you belong…✨
crescent moon
and the Ms on yr
palms,
they might tell you
vvhere you belong…✨
Before you push blame
Before you cast those stones,
Do you remember the part you played?
Do you recall the skill you gave to your role?
No one is innocent. No one is pure.
Absolutely no one, is perfect.
Before you cast those stones,
Do you remember the part you played?
Do you recall the skill you gave to your role?
No one is innocent. No one is pure.
Absolutely no one, is perfect.
February 4, 2026 at 5:53 PM
Before you push blame
Before you cast those stones,
Do you remember the part you played?
Do you recall the skill you gave to your role?
No one is innocent. No one is pure.
Absolutely no one, is perfect.
Before you cast those stones,
Do you remember the part you played?
Do you recall the skill you gave to your role?
No one is innocent. No one is pure.
Absolutely no one, is perfect.
Old stars.
New horizons.
Different paths to take.
New horizons.
Different paths to take.
February 3, 2026 at 2:19 PM
Old stars.
New horizons.
Different paths to take.
New horizons.
Different paths to take.
His heart held residence in her hands.
Did she understand the gravity.
Was it something she had planned.
Did she understand the gravity.
Was it something she had planned.
February 3, 2026 at 2:55 AM
His heart held residence in her hands.
Did she understand the gravity.
Was it something she had planned.
Did she understand the gravity.
Was it something she had planned.
Reposted by Craig E Scutt
Reposted by Craig E Scutt
use the spark of anger to ignite a flame of change
January 30, 2026 at 1:05 AM
use the spark of anger to ignite a flame of change
Mystic or maniac? You can decide.
The truth is I’m fine with either, it’s a very fine line.
The truth is I’m fine with either, it’s a very fine line.
January 30, 2026 at 11:46 AM
Mystic or maniac? You can decide.
The truth is I’m fine with either, it’s a very fine line.
The truth is I’m fine with either, it’s a very fine line.
In my dreams, you send a memento to me.
A personal, tactile, keepsake you see, that I can hold onto when distance interferes with life.
One that is a placebo when physical contact isn’t possible
I can hold this piece of you
Close my eyes and conjure you in the flesh.
Here. Now.
A personal, tactile, keepsake you see, that I can hold onto when distance interferes with life.
One that is a placebo when physical contact isn’t possible
I can hold this piece of you
Close my eyes and conjure you in the flesh.
Here. Now.
January 28, 2026 at 11:14 PM
In my dreams, you send a memento to me.
A personal, tactile, keepsake you see, that I can hold onto when distance interferes with life.
One that is a placebo when physical contact isn’t possible
I can hold this piece of you
Close my eyes and conjure you in the flesh.
Here. Now.
A personal, tactile, keepsake you see, that I can hold onto when distance interferes with life.
One that is a placebo when physical contact isn’t possible
I can hold this piece of you
Close my eyes and conjure you in the flesh.
Here. Now.
The masks
They’re pointless
Preventing
You to be free
To be yourself
To spite yourself
To hide the self
From everyone else
You’re aching
For them to see.
It’s hard
I understand it
The fear can be crippling.
Still you try
Don’t deny
That all that weight is stifling.
They’re pointless
Preventing
You to be free
To be yourself
To spite yourself
To hide the self
From everyone else
You’re aching
For them to see.
It’s hard
I understand it
The fear can be crippling.
Still you try
Don’t deny
That all that weight is stifling.
January 28, 2026 at 5:04 PM
The masks
They’re pointless
Preventing
You to be free
To be yourself
To spite yourself
To hide the self
From everyone else
You’re aching
For them to see.
It’s hard
I understand it
The fear can be crippling.
Still you try
Don’t deny
That all that weight is stifling.
They’re pointless
Preventing
You to be free
To be yourself
To spite yourself
To hide the self
From everyone else
You’re aching
For them to see.
It’s hard
I understand it
The fear can be crippling.
Still you try
Don’t deny
That all that weight is stifling.
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Love remains undisrupted, even when ego closes the door on it
January 27, 2026 at 7:07 PM
Love remains undisrupted, even when ego closes the door on it
Why would I consider
Digging my own grave
Since I’m only going
To lay down to rest
Upon the flames of a pyre;
It might all be figurative
Or symbolic even,
Relating to desire.
Digging my own grave
Since I’m only going
To lay down to rest
Upon the flames of a pyre;
It might all be figurative
Or symbolic even,
Relating to desire.
January 27, 2026 at 9:01 PM
Why would I consider
Digging my own grave
Since I’m only going
To lay down to rest
Upon the flames of a pyre;
It might all be figurative
Or symbolic even,
Relating to desire.
Digging my own grave
Since I’m only going
To lay down to rest
Upon the flames of a pyre;
It might all be figurative
Or symbolic even,
Relating to desire.
Oh, how he’d longed to wean himself of her pretty poison, but alas, his heart was the greediest little monster and would hear no tale of that.
January 25, 2026 at 12:31 AM
Oh, how he’d longed to wean himself of her pretty poison, but alas, his heart was the greediest little monster and would hear no tale of that.
Going everywhere and nowhere, all at once.
January 23, 2026 at 2:58 AM
Going everywhere and nowhere, all at once.
Slipping into
Slumbers’ arms
Mind calming
As it resigns
To fall into
A deep dream state
Into your embrace
As if by design.
Slumbers’ arms
Mind calming
As it resigns
To fall into
A deep dream state
Into your embrace
As if by design.
January 23, 2026 at 2:56 AM
Slipping into
Slumbers’ arms
Mind calming
As it resigns
To fall into
A deep dream state
Into your embrace
As if by design.
Slumbers’ arms
Mind calming
As it resigns
To fall into
A deep dream state
Into your embrace
As if by design.
Why won’t you just stay
Here, with me, my love.
Grounded in the lore
Where we can feel the current
Flow right through us, electric
Knowing what’s coming, what’s in store.
Here, with me, my love.
Grounded in the lore
Where we can feel the current
Flow right through us, electric
Knowing what’s coming, what’s in store.
January 22, 2026 at 2:19 AM
Why won’t you just stay
Here, with me, my love.
Grounded in the lore
Where we can feel the current
Flow right through us, electric
Knowing what’s coming, what’s in store.
Here, with me, my love.
Grounded in the lore
Where we can feel the current
Flow right through us, electric
Knowing what’s coming, what’s in store.
She ought to know her writhing is your heroine.
Always looking for another hit, for that great high followed by the all time low.
Always looking for another hit, for that great high followed by the all time low.
January 21, 2026 at 10:52 AM
She ought to know her writhing is your heroine.
Always looking for another hit, for that great high followed by the all time low.
Always looking for another hit, for that great high followed by the all time low.
The level of derangement I’m becoming capable of in her name, a chance repetitive entanglement disgusts even my own brain.
For her. By her. Within her. Without her.
I am a hopeless, hapless mess.
For her. By her. Within her. Without her.
I am a hopeless, hapless mess.
January 21, 2026 at 2:48 AM
The level of derangement I’m becoming capable of in her name, a chance repetitive entanglement disgusts even my own brain.
For her. By her. Within her. Without her.
I am a hopeless, hapless mess.
For her. By her. Within her. Without her.
I am a hopeless, hapless mess.