Writing In The Dark Poem by April Humason

In the beginning I will have to blacken my thoughts to dark stormy nights. My paragraphs will grow like a Infectious staph. The chapters will have pictures of light hidden in the ashes of my volcanos. My sentence will be deadly tornadoes that finish in violence. Frostbite begins to leech onto what I write exposing all my worst nightmares. This content was meant for me to vent about the cyclone that rises within in me. My words will freeze you into blizzards of darkness. Once you start to read it you will bleed for more. The story will flee from your lips like bolts of lighting. You'll be addicted to the blood that gushes out of each word. By the time you get the middle you'll be a cannibal of lightness. The climax will leave you hiding on you backs under the cover from the frightful explosions ahead. This probably should be unprintable scribble but I will not bend the end for you. Cause my perception has been broken since my birth.