On your first night in prison, it's the screaming that cuts you deepest. Screaming like someone is hurt. Like they need help. Like someone is dying.
On your first night in prison, it’s the screaming that cuts you deepest. Screaming like someone is hurt. Like they need help. Like someone is dying.
You don’t know where it’s coming from, it’s just out there in the gaps between the bright fluorescent lights of the halls and the darkness of the cells. Out there beyond the locked metal doors and suicide nets. Bouncing off thick brick walls, high vaulted Victorian ceilings, metal bars. Coming through the cold night. Coming for you.
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