Rid of Effulgence by Virginia Woolf I see the moon—flickering, broken leaning against the sky—and am afraid. I am a girl among men and women robed in beauty but without faces. Their tongues cut; I am derided. Is there an end to these knives? I lie I stammer, I am on the verge of twitching. I am composed of scorched sea foam and fire. I am like a ribbon of weed. When will I be flung to the uttermost edge of the world? #bookstagram #bookstagrammer #booklover #insomniamag #quietthechaos #pulsefilm #magazine35mm #somewheremagazine #thinkverylittle #spicollective #ourmag #worldviewmag #sombrebeings #crescentfilm #filmfeed #paradisaeart #nowherediary #magnificomagazine #lensculture #saturdaysmag #apricotmagazine #cinematicphotography #fotografia #dreamermagazine #knowthismind #artistsmagazine #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #virginiawoolf https://www.instagram.com/p/CrNgfbWohIX/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=