April

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I'm sure this going to read like I just broke up with someone awful. I assure you that is not the case, although I'm okay with it reading like that. No, the main thought started with eliot's line about April. always thought it was a bit silly, calling a month 'cruel.' Then I started thinking about human cruelty. Not the melodramatic serial killer, Hitler, Stalin sort but the humdrum soul suckers. The people who really make life so unbearable sometimes. The bullies and the schemers. The greedy and the status-obsessed. Middle-management d-bags. That sort. So I lumped them all together and called them 'April.' Hope you like it.

April is the cruelest month.

It is when the slithering seas sing, "Hosannah!" It is home for the malicious, the abhorrent, the defilers.

It will teach you the cruelest Truth possible; that it's a Hell of a thing to be torn apart, without hesitation or remorse, by someone you would have died for.

Without hesitation. Or remorse.

Crimes and lies belong to April. It will seem what you need to get what it wants and then call you 'traitor'.

It will depend on you. It will cling to you. It may think it loves you. It will take from you. It will steal, lie and humiliate you. It mistakes your kindness for weakness, you see.

April doesn't see your guts splattered all over the floor. April only sees what it wants. April takes what it wants. April will blame you for your failures and twist you into guilt to avoid its' own and take credit for your accomplishments.

April tries catching you when you are crying.

If it can't control you, it will demean you with lies. April would be everything you are if it could, it desperately wants to, but it can only take.

April isn't rain. April isn't re-birth. That is Spring. Spring gives all and asks nothing. April leaves you to do its' packing for it.

April is pain. April is pain. April is pain.

April and Grendel were close, they say. Death and taxes.

April will take what is best, most noble, in you and turn it against you if you fail to see through its' lies. How will you recover? What is best and brightest in you is now weakness, fear, hunger, loneliness and doubt. You are frozen. That is April.

April will blame you.

April will blame you. It will blame you for lies, for fun, for things you've never done.

April will take more. April will want you to end before it does.

There's nothing to hold onto when it swears it will never let you go. Dragons mate in April. How could they not?

April wants you to believe you don't belong, no matter where you are. April wants you to doubt yourself most of all. April will hate you for things you would gladly hand away if you could.

April knows what you need and will never give it to you.

April cannot hear your pain. All it can do is diminish, ignore, edit, mock, top or twist it. One must never make a fuss. You learn that young with April.

April will tell you it was taken over. April has always been April.

April is the cruelest month.

FUCK APRIL.