Dilapidated conditions magnified sickness, and typhoid, dropsy, and tuberculosis ravaged the institution and resulted in a number of inmates' deaths... Laura Williams, a black woman in her early twenties convicted in 1887, died of tuberculosis one month before her sentence ended.
--Kali N. Gross, Colored Amazons
I dream of hounds. Their teeth loose in my veins.
Their howls consume me. They growl and feast.
She whispers not to run. I can't refrain.
Nightmares of this cell stirring in my brain.
To survive I would suckle possums' teats.
I dream of hounds. Their teeth loose in my veins.
Sweat pours from my body. It's heavy rain.
My intestine rotting, rising, my tongue reeks.
She whispers not to run. I can't refrain.
Tuberculosis fevers stew my pain.
Curdle my stomach's bile. Vomit creeps.
I dream of hounds. Their teeth loose in my veins
Awake to my own barking. My voice strained.
The nurse's compress grips me like a leash.
She whispers not to run. I can't refrain.
She tells me to hush as I try to explain.
The stale air in this jail folds in, death's crease.
I dream of hounds. Their teeth loose in my veins.
She whispers do not run. I can't refrain.