Sweet freedom, you arrive every five in a summer breeze, sweeping my hair behind,
A shower of relief, you bathe me every five, washing away all the to-do’s,
Sugary liberty for two, sweet, sweet liberty, releasing me from you, you, and you.
I drift toward the two away from the five, everything goes blue
Everything goes blue.
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.
Tomorrow I’ll put out the baby pilot lamp that I’ve kept going for the past year and a half. The remains of a bonfire built
In a land not too far away, in a town named Mclean, There’s a lovely little bakery named after it’s founder: Danielle’s Desserts. Danielle, Danielle
I am eight years old, sitting on the toilet, eyes squeezed just, pee dripping out–afraid. Afraid that if I pee too fast, my vagina will