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Allison Marie Conway

I write about Passion. Sex. Love. Pain. Darkness. All of it.

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Posted on September 18, 2018 by Allison Marie Conway

hellish thing

pretty young
hellish frightened thing.
you hold those dark
whispers in
one on top of another on top of another
until your whole life
erupts into one long
brutal
honest
blood electric
scream.

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