Last week, Eric was thrown into the hole and his cell was trashed. Among other things, a bunch of letters went missing and were destroyed. He is now out of the hole and wants to let folks know that if you wrote him in the weeks leading to the 1st of June he lost your letter and that you should reach back out if you would like :).
Below is a poem written while EK was at CCA Leavenworth, now three years ago.
I am pacing in my cell
My skin is still on fire from the pepper spray
that I was bathed in 8 days ago
No clean clothes have been provided, no shower either
I am scared because I don’t understand the process
or the noises, or the smells
Don’t understand why they aren’t giving me a shower
or a fucking towel, or fucking toothpaste
My jaw still hurts, my eyes wont’ stop watering
It hurts to swallow anything
I am pacing my cell letting ever pig know
that if they open this door I am attacking
If they have the gaul, I will provide everything else
8 days ago I charged into a group of COs
fist swinging, refusing to let them disrespect my cell mate
I didnt make it far, multiple cans emptied onto my face
Punched, kneed, slammed down
A knee on the back of my throat, a CO grabs my hair
and lifts up my face, while another pulls my hair back
and eyes open
to ensure I get the full affect
This is my 2nd time in seg here..this time will last 10 months
I will be stuck in a cell with no lights
Served spoon sized portions of food, be denied medical care
I will meet some of my best friends and I will fall in love
My spirit will enlarge and my rage at the system will deepen
I received my property a full 3 weeks later
My first shower came 10days after the spraying
skin still has burn spots
I am pacing my cell, waiting.