Stone Anchorage

I gathered the taut links of my modified chain against my chest, the heavy turnbuckle resting immovable among the steel. In the deepest curve of the culvert arch, where cold granite blocks meet the subterranean dark, a narrow masonry ledge offered a quiet perch. I climbed onto the damp stone shelf, sliding the blunt spine of my sickle into a tight mortar seam above my shoulder. The joined metals clicked once against the ancient rock before absolute stillness took hold, anchoring my vigil until the night runs hollow. #Lucidique #Torturedsouls #Hellraiser #Halloween