Prison life is a monotonous, redundant, rerun. Prison itself is a drab, monochromatic colored culling pen. Prison life, -what life? It’s truly an extended mind numbing pause in the progression of what should be one’s life. These are a few words “not” haphazardly strewn together to describe a thrown away human’s experience once convicted and imprisoned in the house of never correct us. There’s a feeling of a slow suffocation that exists behind 30 foot prison walls and barbed fences. So much so that you’d swear sometimes, late at night, once you’re finally able to allow yourself to relax a bit and fall into your deepest sleep, though straining to keep one eye up. Between your half hour blinks, the c/o pay off your cellie in cold extra chicken trays to smother you enough to make you subconsciously consider suicide in the morning after your cup of John Wayne and your daily, Damn! I think that’s how I developed asthma here! From choking on dead skin cells, lungs invaded by scabies out of mutated dandruff flakes and rotting cotton crumbs falling through the poorly stitched pillow fatcat inherited from the thousands of previous could-be maniacs. And I’ve seen him trade off his last bar of soap for another piece of that greasy over fried bird too! It’s either that or thick humidity vacations all season in the penal system! This attacking system, Cistern…Sister; I hope she put some money on the phone soon cause I’m really thirsty and I need to tell her about the pool of blood I seen (that time when segt. got hit with a fan motor) that formed a scene from the ceiling of the Sistine chapel, the schizophrenic babel of one displaced by time. Time doers? Storied failures, some newly found knowledge of self-evolving dissectors of letters written in Birmingham jails, Kings once reluctant, in coffinesque cells, a few others. Just the other day, I had a dream that I was free. It felt so real to me. I was at home laughing and playing with my girl on the couch when a tiger with a monkey face licked the back of my neck. Ugh…It’s crazy “cause you dream you’re free all the time in prison. All there is-is stagnant time in prison.
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