Cavernous, Blemishing Incisions.

ㅤ It was a long crepuscule, like the cockcrow was ashamed to come. I abide for the light from the hole in the ceiling, though the 𝘢𝘪𝘳 doesn’t come in to give me shipshape 𝘢𝘪𝘳. Withal from the moment I wake up, I merely abide for that dinky light, waiting for the drencher to come in either. (Until Death Fetch Me, Until They Come.) ㅤ