Soloing around town, the wind spirals through her hair, lifts the bottom edge of her dress and her skin is alive.
She had forgotten–this side of life, the freedom,
No compromises, no responsibility, no words, no leaning
Suddenly a self-reliant woman for a few,
She sees, though she has many whom she loves, who love her, she actually only needs herself for the night.
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.
It’s Four O’clock here, the day your dream comes to fruition. It’s four o’clock here, I envision you cradling him in your arms, wrapped up
Illustration by Deema Alawa lighthouse by Abigail Hawk An ocean sun through evergreens peeks pink on opal snow, a jagged horizon no pale-sailed boatsdare break.
