In the syrupy pool of twisted lies, we are toys that stick to every surface
Although on the Inside we are independent, healthy, most important right.
Each of us is right.
And so the real right escapes, vanishes, evaporates while we remain in this sticky mess of a world dominated by false expectations and untruths.
The truths; they are thick molasses in the back of our throats and we swallow, swallow, swallow till it dissolves to nothing.
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.
In the end, when the rough winds slow and clouds slide away, Warmth returns and I can get strong again and again and again. Today
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