Rings Rhymes With Strings.

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Part 3 in the unnamed girl series. 

Here’s Part 1 and 2

 

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When I imagine people mingling in my home

My skin crawls.

I don’t have a problem with them

But all I see are their noses

Sucking up much of the same air I do

Breathing much of the same breath.

 

I get a little anxious, claustrophobic even,

But later on, I calm down.

Like my Ma used to say, “Everything will be alright”

Because they’ll eventually leave — because I’ve seen worse —

I’ve seen marriage.

 

– O.D. ©2020

 

Art by: AngelGanev 

 

I’ve probably been enjoying writing this character a lot more than anything lately. Imagining what goes on in her headspace is quite interesting.

Maybe I’ll continue her story if I get another muse strike.

 

Headlights Kissing A Dead-End.

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Ironic, is it not?

That the one who — even for a second —

Believes knows everything.

Knows absolutely nothing.

 

– O.D. ©2020

 

Art by: AngelGanev 

A Leap.

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I don’t believe in bad stories,

I believe in badly told stories.

 

– O.D. ©2020

 

Art by: snatti89 

The 20-20 Colour Medley.

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Most people tell me I’m cornered inside my own head,

That I’m a girl running away from her demons;

Sheltering a litter of skeletons inside some closet.

Skeletons …demons …How many exactly, geniuses?

I’m not mad because they make assumptions.

I’m mad because they can’t narrow their arithmetic.

 

– O.D. ©2020

 

Art by: AngelGanev 

 

#2 in the unnamed girl series.

See #1 here

The Forever Chapter.

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Meredith wanted the same thing.

In fact, Its not a stretch to say Meredith

Would have done anything — much like me

… For love, that is.

She was warm, soft-spoken,

A sweetheart. My sweetheart.

Meredith was a liar.

 

– O.D. ©2020

 

Art by: AngelGanev