It used to be maybe twenty,
A mad rush to get to the microwave and then, bathroom
Shuffle food in and maybe a brief second to breathe before you’re on again.
Now?
It’s a calm stroll to the bench; the one that has my name on it, under the watchful eyes of the sun’s rays.
I eat in serenity, breathe in serenity, swinging my legs.
That twenty a distant memory today, for today it’s forty, feels like sixty,
Feels like sixty.
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 have this need well belief really that I simply must be the number one person there for every friend in need. What this means
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,
I glance across the bridge at you in the distance, now blurred around the edges The old days are lanterns floating gentle into the sky.
Jealousy spreads in her veins dark, grimy, moves at the speed of light, destroys the walls of her veins,