Snow may stop fire, but fire can melt snow
By Abstractauthor
-all references to the Hunger Games are owned by Suzanne Collins-
they stole my body
they stole my thoughts
my mind
they stole my secrets
and didn't tell me theirs
they used me
whipped, bruised, burnt, and cut me
they let me slip into their silly putty hands
like a broken toy that no one wanted to fix
I was the pawn they choose and they played me hard
made me work to their every whim, every need
but I feel...as if both players are using me
black and white rebel against red
I may be fire, but I can't kill snow
but snow can never melt me
and as they stripped me down and waxed me
with the coverings of glamour
set me on a pedestal and watched as my heart
was ripped straight out of my chest
I know, they stole me
they stole everything from me
but one
they took my family, my friends, they took him
they took my peaceful slumbers and window gazes
they took it all
but one
even when its broken
ripped and torn
they can't kill it
and even if I hate it and don't want it
they can't steal it
they stole my body
they stole my thoughts
my mind
but they never stole my heart
and its with that heart
I can pump my blood into every broken child
and every weakened mother
and its with that blood we can fight on
burn on, like a forest fire
destroying all to bring forth
more fertile soil for the future
