A few weeks ago, I posted something a blogging sister had written from prison – Rara, who is doing hard time in California. Rara is currently struggling, and it shows in this piece from October. However, it is written in her typically beautiful prose. You can visit her blog, Rarasaur, at http://rarasaur.wordpress.com/
Originally written 10/10/2014
They say she is property. They say the world is better without her. She absorbs it all.
Leashed by time, she makes the motions of the living, fully invested in the moment, knowing there is pain any other way. Each step forward must be taken without a backwards glance—or the collar pulls and the seconds solidify.
She wants malleable minutes. Liquid hours.
She never wanted to experience hard time.
The caged shell cannot hold in her seeping, melting soul. IT is escaping—leaving her empty, but emotionally free. From the outside, she is.
On the inside, she merely… was.