She
lays
on her back
depleted.
burgundy stains run down her thighs
and.
She should
get up
go to work
do the laundry
be productive
Instead.
She lays on her back,
legs splayed
depleted
Soaking the sheets in deep burgundy,
throb throb throbbing
for five days.
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.
the bouquet of tiny, firm tendrils massage my jaw melting the makeup down the drain I stand holding my breath feeling the gentle pressure on
Brought upon by difference I breathe out fire, inhale ice a fusion. I am a sculpted body of powerful thoughts just waiting to be Plucked,
wake, look, prepare: curl dress choose pack drive, think, listen dream reflect notice meditate lock, walk, prepare: sign-in type write clean organize copy whole-punch email
“You got fat,” he said. “You got fat, grandpa,” I say but I know it’s not true, he’s not fat am I? When was the