Deep inside me under all the layers close to the warm core lies a bead, a pearl sized bead I look to it when I'm alone I examine each side and slant and curve I hold it tight I let it slip Deep inside me under all the layers close to the warm core lies a bead I grab it when I'm drowning I roll it in my palm gently in circles I keep it still I let it be Deep inside me under all the layers close to the warm core lies a bead, a pearl a pearl
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.
Across the street there is hustle and bustle, A constant buzz of thrill— beats pumping, bodies moving Continuous action. Across from that is a still
I dig and dig and dig sweat dribbles down my forehead, shoulders heavy, mind focused I dig and dig and dig arms ache for me