In my arms you were,
bundled like a burrito—
And forevermore
Your shield I would be.
In my arms you were,
bundled like a burrito—
And forevermore
Your shield I would be.
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.
Each time the seasons change It rises above sea level Waiting to be released Waiting to flood and force A reboot Each time the seasons
Her nostrils close in on the buttercups in front of her, a mustard yellow immersed in a bright green, it’s all new to her nose
all the pieces they add up—to desires, deep yearnings of belongings that are not mine to have they hover, slap me with icy fingers, each
Release I am an airtight freezer bag, I cling, holding on to the past till there is freezer burn all over it. They tell me,