Prison Stories

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It’s almost six in the morning. I know this because the corrections officer bangs his clipboard on my bars to do his live count. I’m still groggy, so I mumble some shit so he knows I’m alive to make him go away. When the C.O. leaves, the quiet returns.


M. Monsuri

Writer currently at Sing Sing Correctional Facility. Studying for my bachelor’s degree in behavioral science and playing the clarinet in my free time.

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