I stroll off the runway and my skin is scotch tape–
Strands of hair stick to my cheeks a rush of my favorite element sweeps by flipping my shirt up above my soon to be crisp abs and that eighteen year old tattoo…
I am the coconut trees we pass;
I am the blue waters;
I am the sand;
Fuck it, I am the sun baby
and nothing,
nothing,
Not
One
Thing
Can stop me!
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.
Note: I wrote this in late December right before I moved into my first house! I remember when I moved back to the DC area
Hibernate this time instinctively follow it, never doubting it. Hibernate next time without blame or anger, leave frustration now. Hibernate every time it’s correct and
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
