April

If I could strike out April,
Cassias will not weep drops of yellow
Mother will not be born nor will I
Nor your parents nor will you
No celebrationsno marriage anniversaries
By clicks of button our directions are made
for flight tickets
of picking of dates
of graduations
of sleepless nights
Many things happen on April
A phone call that shifts the cosmos
Counting how many pills did you popped,
how many needle holes on your skin
A midnight of April
A dreadful dream could've been better
Like a passing away of winter air
Sleeping forever
No need to paint your face
no red lips to enhance
simply comb your ruffled hair
splash your shame
soak your tired skin
Why wait to eat untill the stomach growls
Why strike out April?
The bike bangs the same head
awakening the same pulse
deafening ears, throbbing head
Slowly casacading into the memoir of the fist
'Sshh, speak not if you don't want a fist' 
they sayThe fist that crushes his own brittle sperm and egg
swarm of maroon blood fumes
hard enough to adjust the vision
no sound no cries
Its a fist to get your head right, they say
Only 'sorry,' is all you can say
But April tell me!
who can silence the screams of a baby
Blatant strike on the fontanel!
who remembers the blackout
Who holds the moment of that blackout...
Who handles your nerves
What made you gasps for air
Eyes shut, sobs on the background
Warm drops trickled on your skin,
 it wasn't mine
It was April's.
Gentle sobs gentle hands dabbing the wounds
Wake up from your hallucination!
slowly pull the green shoots, pull yourself out of this mud
Bare it all, skin and bones
Let fire ants showers on you
let it slash, burn, roar and scream
Like a 3-inch rusty nail grinding into your heel
April felt everything
Weight of whispers,
A glance shifts the cosmos
On your knees
Touch the heaven's crystals
A broken body rises on April
There's too much to strike away from April.