I don't own Twilight. Stephanie Meyer does.

This is a poem about Jasper killing someone.


Liquid

I smelled the wonderful liquid.

It smelt like nothing I've ever tasted

Almost floral with some sort of citrus.

I attacked without even blinking

I came at her so fast

She never felt the pain

Never felt her spine shatter

Never felt her blood being drained.

Never felt her body burn

I passed a river, this wasn't me.

I looked like a fiend

I stared at the reflection of my eyes

They were a hellish red.

I stared at my hands

Drenched in blood.

Oh My God

What have I done?