Kiss me as I descend unhinged into a dismal, abysmal, abyss, where the voices of the forgotten cry out.
“THERE IS NO BOTTOM.”
Author: Willie Fleming
It begins with the clanging sound of steel doors shutting. Followed by the sniffles, sneezes and sadness of the sick. The inmates and guards all look mean spirited, merciless and mad. The breakfast of watery grits thinned out...Read More
I was in prison on the fourth of November, when my mother died. I laid under the cover for hours and cried. When the Chaplain informed me that I would not be able to go to the funeral. I was in unspeakable pain. Then it began to...Read More