a/n: Reread Mockingjay and now all I want is for the movie to come out. D:
where victory meets defeat
It was a game never meant to be won.
It was a fluke.
But flukes can't ever erase the images-
imprinted in the mind,
you're slowly losing control of.
There's no room for tricks.
There's no room for refusal.
But there is plenty of room-
for the bodies of the ones you loved.
Too young? No.
Too attractive? Never.
After all, everyone would love to f-
meet you.
The blood sits dry on your face,
so much that every move makes it crack.
And all this to keep secrets,
about a girl who is merely tolerable.
Dissent is disaster,
and obedience necessary.
But either way you give it,
you watch the world burn.
You survive the arena,
and win the battle,
without any hope,
of ever winning the war.
The odds were never in your favor.
a/n: Well. That was morbid.