I hate people for
everything and nothing, but
each night it’s vapor
and I am me again.
The hate is a pile of ashes
I’ve burned through for now
by
honoring feelings
that I’ve been taught to bury.
Still
I rise
a woman
who feels.
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 glance across the bridge at you in the distance, now blurred around the edges The old days are lanterns floating gentle into the sky.
A Thousand Cuts by Parivash Fahim Goff Illustration by Monica Vesci Edited by Andrea Nevin & Sonia Chintha “Sonofa…” She stared at the blinking lights.
It was almost Halloween and the whole school was glowing, lit with the bright orange light. you blasted through my door like dynamite through a