Corners Poem by Aria Ratering
Corners
when i was little, my parents thought i was insane. i used to sit in corners and giggle to the wall. they used to wonder. what is she doing. why is she so happy in time-out. they used to worry. why is she talking to herself. is she crazy.and i used to tell them. look mommy, its grampa. they used to respond.Baby, hes dead. And i would cry. not because they said he died. because they didnt belive me.
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