The Music Box

Jackie Mitchell, Guest Writer

The music box that I would wind up to help me sleep as Mommy and Daddy started to scream. Daddy says “Please” and Mommy says “no”; Daddy says “too bad” and makes Mommy feel so cold. The music box that would drown out my thoughts. The ones that made me feel I was alone and lost. The music box that I played as Mommy grabbed a knife and finally took her pain away. The box that I played as Daddy did the same, claiming to be regretful and sorry, but sorry can’t bring back Mommy.