You hurl lies again
and again -—
with earnest eyes
that pierce through mine
and lie
easily
without fear
And
break— the trust
I value so much.
You hurl lies again
and again -—
with earnest eyes
that pierce through mine
and lie
easily
without fear
And
break— the trust
I value so much.
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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