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.
In the corner of my mind she resides, large heavy cloak, dark, deep-set eyes—a constant reminder Her inky black clothes spill easily, if I let
You two need to get on a treadmill, you saywe two are washing dishes, making chai facing away from youYou two are standing behind us,