When she prayed she prayed for a washer-dryer and a double stacked dishwasher. Nobody in that town knew how to pray.
When I prayed it was to get away from her. The prayers started at age 13. They should have started at birth.
My infant brain decided the monster was out the window in the thundering sky.
It was only later when I understood the monster was in the house.
The monster gave birth to me.
Sunday, August 11, 2019
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