This poem is based on the part of Twilight where James is about to kill Bella, and then Edward comes in just in time.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Or any of the characters. But I wish I did.

I was dead

In the heavy water, drifting

Above, though, were the sounds of angels

Begging and it was wrong, wrong

Numb lips, no sound, no calming words

Angel in perfect horror, terrified, transfixed.

Pain held me captive, imprisoned was I

From soothing my love, my heart, my Edward.

Finding my breath, trapped

Within me

Deep, dark water



My heart, my lungs,

No breath escapes,

I can't breathe.

I can not breathe.

No escape.