She sits atop her throne, spinning
A double-edged string of sharp remarks,
they flow in a train
Compartment after compartments of you are not good enough’s
and no one cares for you
and you’re lying to yourself, if you think you were important to them.
Slicing open ancient wounds that have barely healed
She sits atop her throne, never satiated, always hungry
feeding on my open wounds.
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.
I roll past the same ramp opposite the entrance that was the first door that opened my life to this new world and grin at
Remember to write, you are a writer no matter what they say, Remember to create, you are a an artist ignore, avoid, cleanse yourself of
Today we sat like equals and discussed my blog post, your preference of teaching styles and giggled like old pals under the burning sun on