The Reader

Photo by 🇸🇮 Janko Ferlič on Unsplash

I love the sound
of my fingers gently
turning the page
of a well loved book,
the paper starting to yellow.

I’d sit in the corner of the library,
way in the back,
where the sounds of other students
could not reach.

There’s just one chair,
gray fabric,
sturdy arms.

When I read,
I forget the words
you said to hurt me.
I am somewhere else,
where the villains always lose
and heroes always triumph.