Quickened Recoil. By themischievousannaOctober 25, 2015 The urge pulls to touch, A resounding punishing rush Nearer to the emboldened hush, The Pain. Reeling, Feeling. Advertisements Share this:Share on TumblrTweetMoreEmailPrintPocketLike this:Like Loading... Categories: WritingTags: art, drawing, emotions, fiction&poetry, health, life, poetry, relationships, Thoughts, writing Related Articles “Longing for we” By themischievousanna2 days ago “Lapsed Tick” By themischievousanna5 days ago “Breathe in that fresh Care” By themischievousanna1 week ago Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.