Slurs

"Let me drive you to school"

It's 11 pm. He's surely still awake. Children tucked in bed. Faithful spouse lying beside him. Lights off. I know he's staring at the ceiling, drowned in darkness, thinking about me. I'm two floors above him. Young, innocent and hopefully naked under the warm layers of my single bed. The bed of an untouched little girl. I might be eighteen, I'm still a child compared to him. Unreachable. And he has to own me, like he owns a decent apartment, two cars, a motorcycle, a blonde and two kids: a boy and a girl. Let him try. He can imagine me for now, his blood migrating to his chest and lower, his throat swallowing my name back. For now and forever.

23:38, 20/02/16