You hurl lies again
and again -—
with earnest eyes
that pierce through mine
and lie
easily
without fear
And
break— the trust
I value so much.
You hurl lies again
and again -—
with earnest eyes
that pierce through mine
and lie
easily
without fear
And
break— the trust
I value so much.
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.





Dawn arrives and your spirals imprint the sky; I coast toward the lemon pink rings that glide tenderly upward It would be easy to slide
You hurl lies again and again -— with earnest eyes that pierce through mine and lie easily without fear And break— the trust I value

For a month you freed me of— but now I am the center of the whirlpool, the very current my mother warned me of as
Every August, I mourn the end of my freedom. Freedom to wake up late, to cook lunch and leisurely eat it while watching a rerun