A Letter to y/n - Chapter Three
Dear y/n,
I looked outside today and saw the sun rising for what is possibly the first time since I got to this place.
The sky was lit up in oranges and purples; looking so much like something I thought I’d never be able to see.
The purples mixed with the oranges at the point the orange became yellow, and it looked like a bruise I had given someone.
Yeah, I maybe punched a new prisoner. They was talking bad about youse! Nobody talks bad about my friends and gets away with it!
I got a week in solitary.
The sunrise gave me this great idea to write a new song for you. I know you’ll love it.
The warden’s been a little out of sorts recently. He seems to get angry at the smallest things, and none of us knows how to fix it.
We hope he’s better when you come for visitation.
I’m looking at the moon as I write this letter. It’s full, and sits among the dark blues of the night. I can’t see no stars.
I’ll be waiting for you to come visit.
Yancy