Deep inside me under all the layers close to the warm core lies a bead, a pearl sized bead I look to it when I'm alone I examine each side and slant and curve I hold it tight I let it slip Deep inside me under all the layers close to the warm core lies a bead I grab it when I'm drowning I roll it in my palm gently in circles I keep it still I let it be Deep inside me under all the layers close to the warm core lies a bead, a pearl a pearl
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
I’m at the edge of my seat, clutching my phone because I can’t think of anything else to clutch. Between breaths, I glance at my
Five years ago, I ate the best turkey of my life. We had moved to Boston for N’s residency. I was adjusting to the new–job,