When she wins, she'll twine oleander and asphodel in her hair and pluck the petals one by one, letting them fall by her feet.
When she wins, she'll paint her lips red with poison and dare anyone to try to kiss her, for she knows, oh, she knows that they'll try.
When she wins, she'll go down to the cemetery where all of the not-winners go to rest, and she'll plant willow and rosemary over the grave of Haymitch. She was never one for roses, anyway.
When she wins- well, she won't have to worry about that now, will she?