Monologue

Lydia Monologue from Mansions

From Mansions by Hildegarde Flanner

female · defiant · 40 sec

Go look at your decrepit old rose-hedge! Go look at it! And I hope you get hurt on a thorn and bleed, yes, bleed—the way you make me bleed. I did cut a hole in it. I don't care who sees in—I want to see out! Take your stupid flowers—take them. They don't do me any good. They're withering, they're withering!

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