Submitted Date 04/10/2019

As I was packing up my things,

some trinkets had me unpacking realizations and aches

I tucked underneath the closet of my thoughts:

I let you tear me down.

Deconstruct me and then, minimize my essence.

Cunnigly chewed my quintessence down to the gristle

and then called me the villain.

Therapy sessions places goggles on me and made shit clear.

It was time for me to rebuild.


I may continue this poem. Not too sure yet. I like the lingering feel to this.

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  • Kiersten Felch 2 years, 1 month ago

    Sometimes it can be hard to come to the realization that things need to change and that we need to be the designers of our own destiny. Lovely poem. Definitely add a part two, but make it a separate piece for sure.

  • Tomas Chough 2 years, 1 month ago

    It feels like it could easily continue, but I agree with the lingering feel. Leaves room for imagination and sinking into the poem's vibe. Great one Jasmine!

  • Miranda Fotia 2 years ago

    I like the lingering feeling as well. Loved the gristle analogy! Thanks for sharing!

  • Rick Doble 1 year, 9 months ago

    The really terrible people tear you down and then blame you -- and say it was all your fault. They believe the best defense is an offense. Run as fast as you can -- away.