'It was her birthday...'
I inwardly reprimanded myself again,
'her freaking birthday!'.
I shake my head,
silent as always,
and clutch my perfect hands together,
wishing I could crush my own
skull
with them.
how could I have let that
happen?
What if she had been hurt?
I wracked my quick mind
answers,
answers,
what could I do?
How could I protect her?
And it was there,
black in front of me,
the answer,
my miserable future,
what I would have to do.
"Bella, we need to talk."
Author notes
frozenblackpetals
Edward..... or Alice.......
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Comments
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Great poem, you let the reader wonder.
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whoa. i really love all this twilight poetry. i wish Stephenie Meyer knew about this twilight-mania on AP. anyway, this was really good. i love the way you ended it, tied perfectly in new moon. gosh. now i'm nervous about my chance in this contest.
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verry interesting wonderfuly written and thank you for following the rules
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