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.
On my way to work, over tired, annoyed that it had snowed over night, I turned on the radio for refugee. Instead of music, a
Crunch crunch chomp chomp Buzz buzz Eagle Lake One two Three four Five Six Eagle Lake Climb climb Trip catch Buzz buzz EAGLE LAKE!
1. Don’t worry about me breaking down, I’ll give you a fair warning with enough time to pull over, but not enough time to drive