My boy, he whispers to me in the night, whispers his insecurities and his desires.
Sometimes I wish he would stop.
He sings songs of sweetness and want – courtship has changed, it’s been a long time.
I see him, screaming, reflected in shop windows and puddles.
I smash bottles and car windows as I walk, giving him ten thousand new prisons.
In mirrors, trapped, forever mine.
He smiles, a sweet smile, promising me a thousand little deaths.
If he can ever escape.
My boy, he whispers to me.
And he’s mine, all mine.