
It was my younger self.
My summer in Vermont.
The year everything happened.
I was eleven.
My sister thirteen.
You ran out of boats to borrow.
So, you rented a trailer to live in.
I was not allow to wear clothes at home.
Made to light your cigarettes using the stove.
Bring you cold beers.
Butt naked in a chair with your belt.
The excuse you used.
Teaching me not to flinch.
You would beat me.
For hours with my sister watching.
At eleven and thirteen.
Made me do things to my sister.
Unspeakable.
I still hear her screams.
It is what made me gay.
Old scares that still bleed daily.
The dad I always wanted.
Turned out to be a monster.
Be careful what you wish for.
My Younger Self - Story Time Blog
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