TWO THAT ARE BEAUTIFUL monologue MacKenzie Caudill // 12
I have to tell you both how sorry I am, because I am so sorry, and sorry that I am. I left that morning in a whirlwind of tears and screams, my mind severed from reality. I really shouldn’t have left that sunny morning.
I saw them eventually, with dirt strewn across the street, and the now-crumpled burlap-bow that once sat on your perfectly painted, white wooden frame.
The metal spirals of the black letter box post I really am regretful I didn’t recognize your were twisted and bent in directions unnatural letter boxes for what they are. I know you had to the intricate beauty of its manufacturing. things to store, and letters to send. And the Here, I shall make a promise. I have to epistles to encounter! replace your letter boxes. I hope to repair the In a moment of folly, I failed to douse my beautiful shelter, protecting pieces of your fire. The heat crackled like ice in that instant mind. that morning. That instant that morning For it is my fault that your letters do not came and went like the wind. have homes, and that the happenings of that I didn’t see your letter boxes. I pray your day hold irreparable damage to happenings musings weren’t terrifically and terribly and inside. entirely too dear.
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