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.
I lie horizontal eyes fixed on the blinding sun, sparks of needly pain spread across my scalp, they follow the pathways of my nerves And
Crunch crunch chomp chomp Buzz buzz Eagle Lake One two Three four Five Six Eagle Lake Climb climb Trip catch Buzz buzz EAGLE LAKE!
When I point a spotlight at you/us, I see clearly how clogged the pores have gotten, how our skin is filled with blemishes from these
Illustration by Deema Alawa General Tso’s Recipe: A Self Portait by Celeste Bloom Instructions: Let the knife carve along the ribs of the carcass etch