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Aug 2010
Everything has stopped.
The coursing of blood through my veins.
The relentless calm.
My rythmic breathing is all that remains.

I don't dare open my eyes.
I'm afraid I might scream.
This fire is too much to contain.
The anguish is too extreme.

All I can think is, when will it end?
My reward awaits.
The noise surrounding my still body
I can now comprehend.

The fire subsides.
Retreating to my chest.
The agony in the center of my body increases.
All pain entering the space beneath my left breast.

My heart and the fire battle for control.
I can't think, the pain is unbearable.
The fire will decide the fate of my soul.
My heart beats wildly.

Trying to fight off the fire.
My heart is failing horribly
As I wait for my human life to expire.
One last exploding beat and the pain is gone.

My eyes slowing open.
The morning sun just taking dawn.
I try to think back to before the fire.
My memories, a haze.

I cannot remember what occured.
Even my remaining final days.
This new begining will have so many benefits.
But, I cannot face the consiquences of the life I've left behind.

The memories of that past life
Remain undefined.
My senses were sharpened.
The whole process was so strange.

I think of my new abilities.
I can't judge the rewards of the change.
This was inspired by Breaking Dawn by Stephenie Meyer. I read the books a while back and I just decided to wrote a poem about my favorite book in the saga.
Written by
Dakota Schmidt
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