Like landmines in a field of daisies, you live
buried all over the soil
and I—
unknowingly, frolic through
catching. every. mine
on my way—
petals explode, stems split in half
and I—
I push my organs back inside, sew my skin back together
Every. Single. Mine.
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 lay on my back Listening to the intricate drumming Of the rain against the metal roof Split in half by My right side filled
In time you will see, all the tiny rocks that you collect in your pockets they won’t weigh you down, but instead will build you
Illustration by Kelly Cole A Cracked Pomegranate by Rosa Parhizkar “Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there”