I opened my sleepfilled eyes and looked around in a
daze. All of my dreams were so empty and white.
There was a big black girl kicking the mat I was sleeping on, screaming,
"You ain't gonna sleep all day bitch." I got up and shuffled over next to her. The world, or
what was left of it seemed so surreal, which was probably because of all of the Klonopin the
pig bitch had so "nicely" let me swallow before she put those silver handcuffs on.
I had jumped that turnstyle so many nights before but I guess you play with fire.....
So I look deep into angry girls eyes. She's watching me real close like she wants to start
a war. I'm the only other white girl in that cell block besides this russian prostitute who
is sitting in a corner, on a neat mat of toilet paper so her expensive jeans don't have to touch
the floor.
I can tell she's never been in jail before. So angry girl is trying to study me, figure me
out. I feel her frusturation, her pain. There must have been 20 of us ladies crammed and
sweating in that cell block waiting to see that facist pig of a Judge so he could read us our
fate.
I wrap my arms around her, trying to convey that we are all in this together.She lets a tear
slide down her cheek and hugs me back.
Later on in the day her rage bursted into fire on the little russian prostitute. The wolves
gathered
around to watch this girls face get stomped in. mob mentality in a windowless hell. Blood
spurted up and falls back down like rain, staining the filthy floor that smells of piss and
vomit from the dope sick junkies that have let their bile loose earlier that day. I tried to
guard the little lost angel but it was no use. It was me against 20 angry women, with pent
up rage. all the love sucked out of them.
When the war was over I was the only one that helped her clean her blood up
while everyone else screamed about hepatitus and HIV, her beautiful
bruises were already shining minutes later.
Four days later I found myself back outside, looked up at the sky in amazement like it was the first sunrise
that i'd ever witnessed. Love.
I walked down into the subway station and jumped the turnstyle to go lay in the arms of my soul mate in
an abandoned building in brooklyn.
Love, Lily
Tell me, what are your coping mechanisms?
daze. All of my dreams were so empty and white.
There was a big black girl kicking the mat I was sleeping on, screaming,
"You ain't gonna sleep all day bitch." I got up and shuffled over next to her. The world, or
what was left of it seemed so surreal, which was probably because of all of the Klonopin the
pig bitch had so "nicely" let me swallow before she put those silver handcuffs on.
I had jumped that turnstyle so many nights before but I guess you play with fire.....
So I look deep into angry girls eyes. She's watching me real close like she wants to start
a war. I'm the only other white girl in that cell block besides this russian prostitute who
is sitting in a corner, on a neat mat of toilet paper so her expensive jeans don't have to touch
the floor.
I can tell she's never been in jail before. So angry girl is trying to study me, figure me
out. I feel her frusturation, her pain. There must have been 20 of us ladies crammed and
sweating in that cell block waiting to see that facist pig of a Judge so he could read us our
fate.
I wrap my arms around her, trying to convey that we are all in this together.She lets a tear
slide down her cheek and hugs me back.
Later on in the day her rage bursted into fire on the little russian prostitute. The wolves
gathered
around to watch this girls face get stomped in. mob mentality in a windowless hell. Blood
spurted up and falls back down like rain, staining the filthy floor that smells of piss and
vomit from the dope sick junkies that have let their bile loose earlier that day. I tried to
guard the little lost angel but it was no use. It was me against 20 angry women, with pent
up rage. all the love sucked out of them.
When the war was over I was the only one that helped her clean her blood up
while everyone else screamed about hepatitus and HIV, her beautiful
bruises were already shining minutes later.
Four days later I found myself back outside, looked up at the sky in amazement like it was the first sunrise
that i'd ever witnessed. Love.
I walked down into the subway station and jumped the turnstyle to go lay in the arms of my soul mate in
an abandoned building in brooklyn.
Love, Lily
Tell me, what are your coping mechanisms?
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fieldofdepth:
Welcome to the Pen Pals group!
hijames69:
Hey email me your address, I'ld like to send you a copy of my book.