This was originally written for a school assignment, but I ended up submitting a different one. This one was tucked away and forgotten. I recently found it and decided to post it here. Enjoy.
Twenty-Three
Twenty-three corpses surround me.
We stand in a circle
Waiting
For that gong to sound.
I am alone.
I am my own defense.
It would be better if I was alone.
I would not become a murderer.
Twenty-three corpses surround me.
The odds are I am one of them.
Twenty-three corpses are scattered.
Their lives have sparked out.
I am alone.
I am their murderer.
Half of their names I'll never know
Half I've forgotten.
But their faces are etched in my brain.
Their faces can not be forgotten.
Twenty-three corpses are scattered
But I can never leave the arena.
Happy Hunger Games.