Virginia Woolf

A Poem By Raine // 11/15/2015

So with the lamps
all put out
the moon sinking
over a dark horizon,
and a thin, cold rain
drumming on the
a downpour of immense

it seemed
could survive this flood
this profusion of blackness
creeping through keyholes
and cracks at the windows
stealing under doors and
into bedrooms,

swallowing up every shadow,
every sharp edge

until the house
itself vanishes into
the sheets of darkness
driving through
the winter air.


This is lovely. You have such

This is lovely. You have such a distinct way of writing, and I love that it comes through. Your poetry is always divine, and this is no exception! I just love the way you describe things. It's not easy to do, but you make it look so effortless, and it's such a joy to read. Thank you for sharing!

Madeline | Wed, 11/18/2015

everything was better when/you would call and I'd be like/yeah babe, no way


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