Wrong Hand. By themischievousannaNovember 6, 2015 ( 0 ) Somewhere, twist the hurry, Buried in the martyr’s scurry To an end most important, Is the start of another Living for their end. Advertisements Share this:Share on TumblrTweetMoreEmailPrintPocketLike this:Like Loading... Categories: WritingTags: art, drawing, Fiction, fiction&poetry, life, photography, poetry, writing Related Articles Her Amorphous Grin. By themischievousanna2 days ago ( 0 ) Fleeting Restraints. By themischievousanna3 days ago ( 0 ) Every Shadow had its Crevice. By themischievousanna1 week ago ( 0 ) 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.