By now,
the scab should have fallen off—
new skin revealed
—that is what they say, all of them
And I pick at every new scab that tries to form,
opening the wound back up each time it tries to disappear,
I want to feel the warm blood beneath.
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.
In time you will see, all the tiny rocks that you collect in your pockets they won’t weigh you down, but instead will build you
I. Brown eyes / sketched in dreams that feed upon the bluest sky hair / unruly in its stretch to reach the greenest valleys
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
As different as we are As far away as we were You and I came together Two parallel lives Loving the same Loving different, words