Anelisa

Just for a second, I forgot about the hate, about the anger and the pain.

I forgot about everything except the words, the poetry, and the man standing beside me.

And then, just as quickly, the moment was gone. I pulled away, hating him more than ever.

I shouldn't be feeling this way. He let out a sad smile.

"You're doing great, darling," he said. "Keep writing."

A glare was my response to him, but my pen kept moving, the words flowing out of me like blood from a wound.

I hated him, I ...