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.
Hibernate this time instinctively follow it, never doubting it. Hibernate next time without blame or anger, leave frustration now. Hibernate every time it’s correct and
You two need to get on a treadmill, you saywe two are washing dishes, making chai facing away from youYou two are standing behind us,
Jealousy spreads in her veins dark, grimy, moves at the speed of light, destroys the walls of her veins,
Arms outstretched, I twirl my skirt flies ballooning into perfect waves I tilt my chin towards the blue parachute above me Daffodils Buttercups Roses Petunias Me