Disclaimer: I don't own the idea of how humans turn to vamps, Stephenie Meyer does.

Burning and Freezing

A Poem By VeggieVamp

The knives in my neck

break away

just in time.

My life is receding

or is it?

or is it?

The venom

is burning.

The minute-hand circles

again

and again.

A fire has started,

and screams fill the night.

I think they are

my own.

A coldness is spreading

and hurting

and freezing.

My heart stutters frantically...

beat...

beat...

beat...

silence...