Behind her
A mountain of ashes rise
Tall, venomous
Encompasses a year’s worth of darkness
that took residence in her bloodstream
and infected every inch of her body
The rubble of desires now gray dust
Behind her.
While now
she saunters delicately into still waters–
Knows what’s ahead won’t be perfect,
but goes anyway
courageously
seeking the next piece to photograph and keep as her own.
Sonia Chintha is an Indian American writer who lives in the Washington DC area. She blogs, writes poetry, and fiction. She is also an English teacher who believes that our experiences teach us more than any test. She is the founder and co-editor of Good Little Girls.
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I grasp the color between my thumb and index finger, light and flexible Glide the pastel against paper like it’s a skate on ice, smooth and
Last month N and I went to Reston Town Center to walk around. As soon as we got there, I was hungry so we went
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