Living during COVID-19…Under my current circumstances being incarcerated I’d always figured that my sentence entailed a little hardship. I never imagined that the possibility of losing my life was actually up for discussion and up until now I always felt a level of security whether it was up to me protecting myself or up to stay protecting me, sadly I felt somewhat safe. Now I awake with thought of an attacker hurting me killing me only I can’t save myself and those paid to protect me are possibly the vessels of my attacker. As we are all scared of the mistakes of others, it’s like being trapped in a viper’s nest awaiting the bite. I’ve served the majority of my sentence and I have been ready for quite some time to protect myself and my family. My mother is in her sixties and cares for my grandmother. Both have underlying conditions and to hear that my mother has to leave the house for basic necessities just adds to the feeling of helplessness. It just brings the vipers head toward my direction. The sound of a cough or sneeze has never been so tense and provoking. I just don’t want to die in prison in this nest where ignorance is at an all time high and so the seriousness of COVID isn’t being paid attention to because you can’t see the attacker. It has no type it just bites and bites and bites so how can I get away from it when this place is where the eggs lay and are beginning to hatch?