Are you going to kill me?
With fierceness like a disrespected wife
Stalking better than an admirer .
Aprils heat seems to be on heat ,
Roaming like a sea of trouble
And never willing to walk out the door .
I have tried imagining you with a personality
then maybe I won’t have to drink a river
Nor long to give my love and body to December.
Why do you treat me so?