In the Corners of My Mind

in the corners of my mind i stood in the corner tears running down my eyes a brown paper shaped cone riding the top of my head an ostraziation an exorcist a dunces cap it mattered it mattered a lot the flock was laughing laughing at me, again Ms. Melby's second graders prim and proper to me a bunch of sheep their eyes kept peering at me i could hear their voices why dunce, why dunce why did you throw the eraser at the teacher why, why ... ah because she hate me hence little pink flying across the room ... she wrote I was a lost soul ... and someone needs to extract the demons, the demons out of me before it's too late i told her so, nobody explained nobody listened nobodies child an orphan now yes i was standing in the corner of a lost life with a lost soul stewing mostly onions i cried that day on a cold dark darkening existence my hands covering my eyes, the tears rolling ... rolling down my eyes as i stared into the corner a corner of turbulent waves, waves of such of a red sea that i was in then that i never parted in the corners of my mind connie pachecho 3/25/17 no more contest in my soup its probably better to do it just for fun