All the “should haves” pile up: one on top of the other and blind my vision.
I stare at the cards I’ve been dealt, my fingers clutch them tightly as I work out the probability of every possible outcome
But all the cards point to a loss.
So I sit frozen,
knowing I should play the cards,
count my losses
and walk away
But—
All the “shoulds” are blocking my ability to act.
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.
Fire limned with resentment, eating up the air until I choke— this is my anger, gaslit, bewildered. No longer able to tell who should be
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