Out
….He doesn't think about what goes on inside prison walls. He doesn't think about the possibility of his brother getting out. He doesn't think about what he will do when he runs out of money. He only thinks of how far away he will be, him and his friend, in twenty-four hours time. And he sits, on the bed, rubbing invisible rosary beads between his wet, cold fingers, praying to a God that doesn't believe in him. Praying to a God that doesn't exist….
by Kaaryn Lei
Kaaryn was born in South London in the Thatcher era and is third generation black/ Chinese British. She went to the BRIT School, London before graduating with a degree in Arts Management from South Bank University. Now a Support Worker, she hopes to forge a career in Art Psychology. Human psychology is a constant source of inspiration. She writes to "make sense of the world."