I hear you
brewing,
twisting,
tearing
through the trees in the backyard.
A violent energy—with the strength of dragons, crushing the tiny buildings beneath your fiery feet.
I get close to the window,
watch you near
smile at your magnetic pull,
let myself gravitate to the unflinching field of vehement,
hope to find my roar!
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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We only talk in brief text messages, can go months upon months in silence, I do not know where you live even, no address, no