A Good Little Girls Zine

Enveloped by Darkness,
I lean my damp back
against the feathery soft pillow
and close my eyes gently
Trying not to think
 
I lay
in the airtight room
alone
 
why me?
what if?
how come?
the questions swirl
faster and faster
I watch them                                                                                                                                                                                                                  
 
detached
 
as they whirl by
in a blender
suffocating me.
 
I breathe out loud to the empty room
It sighs back
Even with the storm of loving words,
I lay in the giant bed
soaked through and through,
Hating it all
Fearing the aftermath
Wishing I didn’t have
a demanding job
Chastizing myself for not being perfect
 
Seventy-five days passed by
Yet the darkness lingers
Like a soggy wet shoe—
 
Shaking off the cold shoe
I remain forever stamped
Stamped by the darkest hour
The darkest hour that passed through me
 
Stronger for it
I sit, grateful that its over.
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Sonia Chintha

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.

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