pelting rain
like free speech used to be
a British institution
© Rachel Green September 2025
I still remember that sudden right hook
from across the table: something I said
triggered the violent response. It took
every penn'orth of courage in my head
not to return the strike. The taste of blood
filling my mouth as I scrape back the chair
and quickly leave, into the rain and flood
of autumn's heavy downpour and the stare
of people in the covered bus stop shelter
as I pass with rain-diluted blood on bare
cheek and neck and sporty Lycra halter
from teeth exposed in ragged torn flesh there.
Now the Oompa Loompa President of Vice
declares domestic violence should be legalised.
© Rachel Green September 2025
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