When the cold winds congregate with the warm ones, be cautious.
Something is stirring within, it could just skip over you and destroy your neighbor or you could be caught in the eye of this storm: a twisting,
churning,
violent
helix of furiously rash words that could pierce your heart and leave you on the dirty floor leaking blood.
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.
Tiny red bulbs Burst like bubbles inside my mouth Sweet and juicy A gift Tiny cranberry beads Trickle into the bowl Spilling, filling Sweet and
Jealousy spreads in her veins dark, grimy, moves at the speed of light, destroys the walls of her veins,
My silence seemed like abandonment, neglect, angry to you on those days when I asked for a reprieve, a moment to gather, mourn, feel. It