shredded birch barkfluttering in the stiff breeze
frost gilded clouds
© Rachel Green 2018
small worries
the fight with John Emson
when I was...what? ten?
Less of a boxing match
and more of an attempt
to rip out his liver with my hand.
all a question of status, really.
Which of us was on the bottom rung
of the bullied ladder.
I was a ginger nut, after all.
© Rachel Green 2018
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