Raped and Assaulted in Florida Prisons

they chain you up strip you down the lights never go off— just the screams shift to new throats. the guards play blind, or worse, they bet on who breaks first. some poor bastard bleeds in the shower and another one learns not to cry too loud. this place doesn’t correct— it cultivates. grows men like tumors full of rage, their names erased, but not their pain. you let them rot in filth and fire, then send them home— like matchsticks snapped and ready to burn, now all they want is revenge.