January 25, 2017

“When the man was not too close (and he was always very close), I folded my hands together and prayed to God. The man did not approve of prayer. It did not fit within the house. The man thought prayer was just thoughtless words, repeated ad nauseam, until the tongue and brain cycled together automatically. I kept my prayers secret from him so that they stayed safe. I said: Dear God, deliver me from this house which is always so dark…”

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