A Good Little Girls Zine

A Good Little Girls Zine

A Good Little Girls Zine

A Good Little Girls Zine

Blurred Line

With a bruised thumb and index finger
I draw a line—thin—
in hopes that it will widen,
between you and me.
But it’s dotted, at first
it lets in a slight draft,
a tiny storm—here and there
So I go back to the store
to buy more sealant
to close those holes and keep me safe.
Still even the seal leaks
here and there.

Then I remember, it’s not the seal
nor the line—
its’ me who needs to place
a few miles between this line and you.
So this time I turn and step back…
until the line is blurred in the horizon behind me.

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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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