We have to be tough to wait out this time. In prison we count in seasons. There are just too many days and weeks and months.
Published 04/24/20
I’m so very tired now and I think I’m running out of time. There’s a clock on the wall, but it has no hands.
Published 04/24/20
I feel imprisoned by domesticity. I want to be a woman, not just a mother. God I need a shag.
Published 04/24/20