Crystal Allen Model

Tell the Devil I'm busy. . .

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Was it supposed to mean something?
I keep asking, like the ink
Can speak anything without the
Authors words.
Fascinating. . .
The crisp pages grasping
Onto the nothing
Deep in my soul.
Scribbles from my mind,
Yet my letters fail to
annunciate themselves.
Like a voice box hidden
In the bindings
Crawls out, splaying the emotion
At the bottom of the page. .
Left at the period.

The first song of the ending,
The clause distrupts the plot.
Repetitive. Living, breathing.
Desolate flesh. Burned
In light. With the nothing
Caught in-between lines
The lively characters
Dancing
On embers
No protection

The end

Written by Crystal Allen ©
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Halloweens almost here

Here's a bit i wrote
Whole looking at this photo
Taken of me tonight.

It was there
Hidden
In the somber
Text
Vows
Written
On faded
Parchment
The devil's ink
Still wet
Saturating
The page

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I wandered the south
Looking for that glow
The road guided me
Into valleys unknown

I got lost in the silence
That coveted. Much like the trees,
The wind gave way to it's voice
Trépidant, the notion of fate.

Its date,
Subconscious
Like the tides the shore
Couldn't fight.

It called to me
Like the Earth to the sun
As if my breath fled
It's memory vanquished

But I
I remembered
To run. Not from
But into his arms
Chilled bones
Beneath flesh
The rest slain
Like my heart
Blood dripping
Red in place
No delay
A cataclysm
Of thoughts
Like worms
Chewing on
My veins.
Wreathing at
My display
Open wounds
The feast at the table

No name
Written
For lovers
Past, present and future
Like the nothing mattered
The nothing between
My legs or in my head
The tease, the play,
Every models mistake.
Pounds for profit
They said.
Like the flesh mattered
Yes, only when mastered
Shacked in chains
Only dollars can see
Left or right
To or back
Only dollars can buy
Like the power
Hidden behind green ink
Meant something.

Written by Crystal Allen ©
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Photographer .mendez.photos

Somewhere out west with
I miss these days. Life gets so messy . .
Shot in 2018

It was late.
Red glows
Eyes low
Silhouette
Entranced
The devil
In the morrow
Of my
Dreams
Met behind
The embers
If yesterday..
Crystal Allen
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Rolling in the blues 💙

From some years ago. Time sure flies but I look younger now more than ever. 😂

Photographer Meko

Wearing a bodysuit I attempted to dye black... But I think.. I think I missed a step... It's greenish grey somehow.. teal in some light. 😂. I just, IDK. 😶.

At .0 studio
Up in new fields, NH. Just yesterday.

It felt so good to get back in that studio. I need to do it more often. I have so many clothes

Photographers DM me. Let's get together and shoot.
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