How it feels to deteriorate. By themischievousannaSeptember 13, 2017 That I am two The kept in And the prison guard Who let me within. Advertisements Share this:Share on TumblrTweetMoreEmailPrintPocketLike this:Like Loading... Categories: Art, Creative Writing, Drawing, illustration, Musings, Photography, Poetry, WritingTags: artist, fiction&poetry, health, horror, Personal, photography, poetry, Thoughts, writing Related Articles Residual. By themischievousanna2 weeks ago ( 1 ) Fin-gures. By themischievousanna2 weeks ago Shoulders of Legacy. By themischievousannaAugust 29, 2018 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 Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.