this morning #1330.

this morning, all the prisoners called out. all at once. all around us, the walls were starting to shake. cries for help. cries of anger. cries of deep desperation. an array of appeals blended together to the point where the words were no longer the point. the guards are letting this go on a lot longer than they usually do. is anyone still in charge here? perhaps there’s been an outside emergency & they’ve decided to desert us. if that’s the case, they’ve left us to die in here. the fear of that happening compelled me to join in the yells for help. next thing i knew, the smell of smoke began filling the air. from inside my cell, i couldn’t tell where the fire was but i hoped to hell someone had it under control.