Derek Trumbo

2020-12-01T07:18:04-05:00Fellow Inmates|

Who Killed My Cellmate?

I've always turned to literature as my means of escape, especially in the midst of painful situations and despair. So, it's only fitting that I would relate most with Virginia Woolf the night I'd find my bunky lying dead on a [...]

A Cho-Mo’s Rape in Prison

"It lasted all night. I stayed up, hidden under my cover, scared that they'd find out about me. About what I did. I pissed myself. Then morning came, and the gossip found its way around. They'd lodged the broken mop handle up inside the guy. Smurfette made sure that he had a breakfast tray, and fed the guy because he couldn't do anything much but moan.