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
O.D. 
The wit in the last line, how many demons are hiding in my bones? Wow! Your pieces are just a ride to read, Dante.
Enigma 🙂
Lol! Glad you like it Enigma!
That poetry muse strike grips you and doesn’t let go till you put it all on paper. Thats what happened here 😹