back home a loneliness fills
the reality of it ending
the fantasy blown away
by the winds of truth
unpack
rearrange
call him
call her
call them
eat right
exercise
back on track
detox
back home a loneliness fills
only at night
in the dark
silence
it’s over
really
over
And now
the rest begins
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.
I sit on the empty banks of the my island, edge of the cliffs, waves slamming into rock borders I’ve carved with my own blood
The first time I saw the words “ms. chintha is a bitch” inked on to walls, I was 29 years old. I had been teaching for a mere four years, but felt so veteran already because I had stopped crying when fights happened in or near my classroom among students. Up until my fourth year, I blamed myself for not creating a safe enough space for my students and that’s why they began fighting.
I hold you and you close to my heart warm warmth gooey love against my chest tiny faces, racing heartbeats button noses similar to mine
I am after that high, the one that resides at the opening of two souls who slices through the skin beyond the flesh to the