Letter: Know (To Let Her Go)

Updated on March 15, 2018
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Khriscelle is a student at the University of Toronto pursuing a specialist in Anthropology. Here, is her quiet dabble with poetry.


Take her out

Please show her out

Tell her this is your home

I cannot bear another stoner here

To freely roam (God, no)

I know for certain this is bleak

The only thing keeping one weak

Between me

Are you and you, together?

In this house, I cannot leave

I have made a place so serene

That this here helps me breathe

But you would not know how much

Thought I put into this creation

Our house, our home, my only place

In which I lack frustration

Because you’ve brought a battered hearse

Here to freely sit, a wicked witch

Hath cursed that place

Now, I cannot sit

This is the place

The very place, in which

I loved to call my own

How evil of an itch, she is

That witch destroys my home

© 2018 Khriscelle


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    • CrisSp profile image

      CrisSp 4 weeks ago from Sky Is The Limit Adventure

      May writing act as a soothing oil to you. Good job in the expression of yourself in the form of artistry. More writing...more power!

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      Mark Tulin 5 weeks ago from Santa Barbara, California

      Like the poem’s flow. I don’t know exactly who the witch is. I could only imagine based on my own experiences. Thanks