Just one more day
Jun. 9th, 2009 09:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stareanddrive[locked from everyone]
Jail wasn't a walk in the park, the cops had told him, his DA had told him, and he'd known they was all telling him the truth and he'd known there wasn't a damn bit of good knowing that was gonna do him. He'd been busted clean and he knew it, and the hate for every damn pig in the world, especially one, just froze in him, slid slick and sure down his spine to lodge somewhere in his gut.
He hadn't lost that yet, and the hate was about all he was surviving on. Seven months gone, still had years left to rot in this fucking cell-cage-trap. He wanted *out*, wanted a car, wanted real damn food, wanted a fuck that didn't leave him feeling just a little dirty, wanted -- not even fucking going there.
He locked all that down, pushed it away until it froze under the ice with everything else, and got through the hour, the day, the week.
He wouldn't be in here forever. He'd last 'til then.
Jail wasn't a walk in the park, the cops had told him, his DA had told him, and he'd known they was all telling him the truth and he'd known there wasn't a damn bit of good knowing that was gonna do him. He'd been busted clean and he knew it, and the hate for every damn pig in the world, especially one, just froze in him, slid slick and sure down his spine to lodge somewhere in his gut.
He hadn't lost that yet, and the hate was about all he was surviving on. Seven months gone, still had years left to rot in this fucking cell-cage-trap. He wanted *out*, wanted a car, wanted real damn food, wanted a fuck that didn't leave him feeling just a little dirty, wanted -- not even fucking going there.
He locked all that down, pushed it away until it froze under the ice with everything else, and got through the hour, the day, the week.
He wouldn't be in here forever. He'd last 'til then.
