Kriba A

The Letter: A Monologue

“Because almost is not complete, almost means you won battles, and I won the war.”

“Held between hearts, that pulled mine asunder. Called me a sinner.”

“Never held thorns, Saying – My hands would heal…”

I stood with a woman who lived several thousand years before me and burned with anger for her…

“Another bus stop. Another bag. Another guy, and I’m taken back… Another panic attack.”

“Et tu Brute? I want to scream… At the lips that plotted with me while conquering what’s mine”

“Like mindless beasts, to our master’s wine… Till our frail fingers refuse to feed.”

“And cry to the pain of another…”

“Do you hate me as you hold me?… your leaves. They change… Maybe the red ones mean love…”