In the syrupy pool of twisted lies, we are toys that stick to every surface
Although on the Inside we are independent, healthy, most important right.
Each of us is right.
And so the real right escapes, vanishes, evaporates while we remain in this sticky mess of a world dominated by false expectations and untruths.
The truths; they are thick molasses in the back of our throats and we swallow, swallow, swallow till it dissolves to nothing.
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.
Every year I prep for our dinner of two, a tradition we built, just us two I used to float around the kitchen a zing
Quarter 2 dream girl calm, productive, happier she begs, last please last… balance comes to her after the stormy haze, when it begs, slow down
Blue like the ocean big, bright, kind Blue like the sky above, vast, wide, love Blue where I found you now, here, there, more Light