Thick burgundy liquid stains the floor
and it spreads like the tentacles of an octopus,
bitter-sweet memories reach in every direction
with my heart at the center;
it lies
Open–
Drumming against the cherry wood
Beat, beat, beating.
A new song
Bleeds out;
it pulses
Crisp
Breaths of Possibility.
Can you hear it knocking?
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.
Full. I am full, overflowing Content. So content After just hours of giggles and board games with two The two who own both sides of
“I want to be a lawyer,” (so I’m going to argue with you about everything,) Yeah? “like what makes a poem a poem?” Anything “Yeah
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