Part 3 in the unnamed girl series.
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.