A Good Little Girls Zine

Metropolis

imagine
                            New York,
the racy,
                            adventurous city
at night,
                                                               the satisfaction
                    the constant flicker
         of men
               and women
       and machines.
Fifth Avenue
                                                 throbbing taxi-cabs,
                                                                                    the crowd
                                      I’m enchanted.
A metropolitan twilight
Then
        like
             glass
                  slowly
                            cracking,
                                                                                                      a haunting loneliness
sometimes settles
                                                    it’s final, at the end.
crave:
                          awaiting the bus
                                        its energy
                                                 brief as it may be
I yearn–
                                                                        longing for the–
                                                                                                            roaring;
                                                                        a glistening sash tightly binding me
                                                                                          forever attached
Arrive:
inside
a 600
square foot
studio
dark
and
low.
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Sonia Chintha

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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