Deep crimson stretches wide
Brewing a warrior,
each
mark
Each
stride,
builds on the last
And its joy rattles the whole army,
Rippling out so far, you can feel it out past the atmosphere:
That, my girl, that is the power of your mind, your body.
Deep crimson stretches wide
Brewing a warrior,
each
mark
Each
stride,
builds on the last
And its joy rattles the whole army,
Rippling out so far, you can feel it out past the atmosphere:
That, my girl, that is the power of your mind, your body.
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.




When I point a spotlight at you/us, I see clearly how clogged the pores have gotten, how our skin is filled with blemishes from these


back home a loneliness fills the reality of it ending the fantasy blown away by the winds of truth unpack rearrange call him call her