the disintegration of chestnut flowers
muddied path
© Rachel Green 2018
she has conversations in her head
people she once knew
still talk and taunt her.
Past lovers, past lives.
The lad from school who hated her
but refused to shake hands on the last day.
The teacher she lied to
who knew she was lying and let it go.
The husband who broke her teeth with a backhand
then complained about the blood.
The ex who kept her dog when they split;
the builder who forced his kisses
the neighbour who called the police
because she had a girlfriend.
Most recently,
the teacher who bolstered his ego
by calling her fat and useless.
another broken night.
© Rachel Green 2018
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