Derek Trumbo

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.
2020-02-06T19:54:25-05:00Fellow Inmates|

Who Killed My Cellmate?

By Derek Trumbo 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 [...]