I lower my chest and inhale
everything blurs
the white line in front of me,
the screaming crowds.
My heartbeat slows and suddenly it’s all clear to me,
my own crystal ball
In the back ground,
the shot explodes
and instinctually, I fly
I know there are others around me
but for once–they, it fades to white behind me.
It’s just me
rhythmic drummer feet
against the asphalt
inching towards the finish line–
wide ass grin plastered to my face.
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.
What we need is not another training, professional development, after school support, not another empty thank you in an email. What we need is not
She scrunches up her face and bites her lip, as if the music is coming from deep inside her, Gallops in a figure eight around
Monsoon Season by Sonia Chintha Illustration by Wendy Nogales Edited by Parivash Fahim Goff & Andrea Nevin A fire was born at midnight in monsoon