Temple Pressing by Tonya Maria

My brother and I ran away once,
twice,
and many times more…..
We slipped under the barrel
of our step dad’s
….gun.
Temple pressing was…..
routine,
used the tip of
his pistol.

Will it be you or you?

We always ran hard and fast
but NEVER in fear..
We ran in wonder
….why us?
Again?

We excelled in school
and no one suspected..
the abuse
All
THE
(abuse).

Polyester covered a lot.

Today, my brother ministers
and I,

I wander……

So true it hurts.
It hurts so much my brother prays.

At times the pain of now causes us to recall the pain of then just to ease the pain of …now.

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