Read Parts 1-6 Chaos and cacophony. “Dee? Are you okay?” Eddie’s voice penetrates the solipsism. “Dee!” My eyes flicker open to Eddie holding the detached call bell in his left hand, his mouth gaping and face pale. His chest rises and falls through his scrubs. “I’m alive,” I fumble. “Who did this? The night nurse ...

J darkness ain’t shit until you see silver outlines of your mama telling you your soul is not worth a pork rump. Darkness.  Hallucination. the din of incarceration, salt-caked walls hovering between each labored breath a face stuck to a cold, shit-stained floor.  I know the Man is in me deep, so deep that I ...