Brought upon by difference
I
breathe out fire, inhale ice
a fusion.
I am a sculpted body of powerful thoughts
just waiting to be
Plucked,
petal by petal,
and to cover the earth with love.
Brought upon by difference
I
breathe out fire, inhale ice
a fusion.
I am a sculpted body of powerful thoughts
just waiting to be
Plucked,
petal by petal,
and to cover the earth with love.
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.




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

Dawn arrives and your spirals imprint the sky; I coast toward the lemon pink rings that glide tenderly upward It would be easy to slide
She used to think she– She was the glue that binds them, Instead without her, They glow with freedoms, she never could witness.