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“Life In My Cell”.
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"LIFE IN MY CELL" Thick, dark grey clouds, blocking the only source of light that kept me safe, obscured the clear blue sky. Distant trees in the fields were bereft and sterile, a bitter reminder of my surroundings. Clothes were no protection against the relentless winds that punished my body with icy hands. Scratchy particles of dry leaves found and lay to waste the oasis of my eyes; advertising my vulnerability to those who took cruel interest. My appearance, like my thin prison uniform betrayed everything about me; my youth (many preferred young boys) and my weakness. Voices jeered my name, rough hands tattooed with birds pointed and yet the yard lacked noise or movement. Still I felt it. Anger, frustration, aggression, lust directed through pairs of mean, dark caves. Every night I dreaded going to my cell, the area I slept in makes my lungs feel tight and my soul dull. The...
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