I Can Still

by antigones

A Poem about the night of Rosalie's Transformation.

I Can Still…

Summary: A poem about the night of Rosalie's transformation.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

I can still feel his hot, alcohol filled, breath on my neck.

I can still see the lust-filled hunger in his eyes.

I can still feel the gravel scraping against my back.

I can still feel blood trickling down the inside of my legs.

I can still hear the screams of the damned. My screams.

I can still hear their howls of laughter pounding against my ears.

I can still see their faces, blurry but clear and fresh in my mind.

I can still hear them running off leaving me to die.

I can still hear the angel's voice in my ear telling me he'll save me.

I can still hear me begging to die.

I can still feel his teeth slicing through my wrists and ankles letting the venom seep in.

I still feel the flames of Hell licking at my every pore.

I can still feel the humanity in my body slipping away

I can still see that my future will be trapped with memories of one night.