The last shreds of her cocoon linger, drawing blood as it breaks, the pain as fresh as that first burst so many decades ago,
her wings are almost free,
but she keeps looking back at the safety of her casings:
yearning to be free, yearning to crawl back into the warmth of her former self
Split in two—two halves of one.
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.
Release I am an airtight freezer bag, I cling, holding on to the past till there is freezer burn all over it. They tell me,
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I sit on the empty banks of the my island, edge of the cliffs, waves slamming into rock borders I’ve carved with my own blood