I sip on tendrils of light between the shadows, scouring this land for more to gulp
Each tendril–a tiny pill of sweet sweet warmth that I take nightly always at the same time
Cause it only works if I stick to the same routine
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.
There’s a conveyor belt–slow moving. And You, you have your feet glued to it, letting it carry you–never walking yourself. In between–you and I; space
The absence of you is a dull achealways there, I take every OTC med I can get my hands on, but nothing works.because when it