I’m in a ring,
swinging, swinging, swinging, swinging
left, right, uppercuts, left, right
Bounce, bounce, bouncing on the balls of my feet—a dancer-fighter swinging punches left and right,
Fight, fight, fighting for the release
The oh so sweet release; I know it’s coming.
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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I am after that high, the one that resides at the opening of two souls who slices through the skin beyond the flesh to the
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