Anger.

Anger speeds on the highway

And finds a place to scream the words she’s kept in for days.

She slams doors and falls back against the walls of her bedroom.

Her hands cover her eyes and red fills her mind,

Because Anger remembers everything.

Every sound and feeling that happened that night,

And the lies—

All of the lies he spoke as the bottles piled up.

She remembers what he said when it was all over,

“Well, I’m sorry you feel that way.”

Like he cared for her feelings at all.

All lies.

She screams and throws objects across her room,

Knowing no one could hear her.

She remembers everything,

And Hate threw open the door to sit next to her

And listen to all of her frustrations pour out.

Anger can’t let go, and Hate didn’t want her to.