So Far This April:

I have killed my rapist twice (in one poem I killed another seven or so people), written two more poems about my assault (in one my abuser is merely forgotten into oblivion) and another about the boss who confessed to me he raped someone (he's in the body count of the previously mentioned seven or so).  I wrote a poem about drowning five children.  I have written 6 poems about my new crush and surprisingly only two about my most recently failed relationship (despite it having lasted four years).  I wrote one poem that was much too long and one which was a copout haiku.  I wrote a poem about going fast on my scooter and another about a woman trying to catch a rooster.  What will follow?  Stay tuned to see!