April's an evil bitch in heat

You can do this

So much space now

April's showers mock the salty puddles under your face

Too much pain to turn the pillow over

They go into heat in April

Sowing wild oats, too selfish to think of how they are hurting their best friends

She is cursed, this April month like she's always been

Some of you already know

You get to finally find out who your friends were not

Some of your friends survive another blessed April

Life because she needs to feed on the death

Before she can deliver her wrath

Got all this space made for more than just you

Got nothing holding you back or up

Grab your device, go to work, sleep and repeat

Until April returns again, gear up with friends to spare

It isn't you.  It's not even them

But you are right, it is like you are being tortured

Left with so much strength and space and truer, fewer friends




Author's Notes/Comments: 

Still alive

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The poem certainly presents

The poem certainly presents quite a different perspective on April, and presents it well, but the final line of the poem---as befitting its position in the poem---is one of the most powerful I have read in a while.

Enjoy effulgent days,exquisite nights, unto

the exultations of Heaven.