Slant of Light by Emily Dickinson

There's a certain Slant of light,

Winter Afternoons – 

That oppresses, like the Heft

Of Cathedral Tunes –

Heavenly Hurt, it gives us –

We can find no scar,

But internal difference –

Where the Meanings, are –

None may teach it – Any –

'Tis the seal Despair –

An imperial affliction

Sent us of the Air –

When it comes, the Landscape listens –

Shadows – hold their breath –

When it goes, 'tis like the Distance

On the look of Death –

-Emily Dickinson

Photographs by Zachariah Epperson

Badass Babe modeling is Samantha Bailey

Model is wearing the Back in Black Lace Lingerie Bodysuit and the Peekabo Mauve Lace High Waisted Undies.

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