Swimming in a pool of crimson, she melts,
her pounding pelvis contracts: a 3 month reminder now (no longer monthly thanks to modern science) that these contractions, though similar, will never birth life.
so, she lays back, floats in the pulpy burgundy smoothie
free bleeding, free crying
wraps herself in the warm agony of a burning uterus and gushing grief
because some days you rise up
because some days you melt
pierced and achy.
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.
It’s an 80 degree May day, I am sitting in front of twelve students, my advisees. Six eighth grade girls; six eighth grade boys. My
Illustration by Tatyana SafronovaWritten by Gwynn FulcherEdited by Sonia Chintha, Celeste Bloom, Parivash Goff, & Andrea Nevin Friends, it has been twenty-five months since I
Her nostrils close in on the buttercups in front of her, a mustard yellow immersed in a bright green, it’s all new to her nose