
Chloe Prosser
Off Limits
My house looked different when I was five.
I remember the pictures hanging higher on the
wall and there being places that I couldn’t go,
things I couldn’t touch.
And you were there, up the stairs.
On sticky summer mornings when I knew you were gone
I would crawl up your to your room
Looking for cigarettes, or dirty films,
for anything to prove that you were more grown than me.