A/N: Hey! So, I wrote this last night, and it's supposed to be Peeta during Mockingjay, when he's being hijacked. I own this poem…
Murky images race through his mind;
a glimmering girl,
a face he will not put a name to.
The name rises in his mind
despite his efforts to stamp it out.
Katniss.
How could he have loved her?
She was never his.
He was a fool. Should have killed her while he could.
She transforms into a mutt before his eyes.
He shudders in terror,
hears the scream Rue made,
is making again,
as the mutt that was Katniss
tears her apart.
Tears rise to his eyes.
This is a lie,
a small part of him says.
But everything glimmers
and he wants it to end.