title: monster
summary: careers aren't born. they're made / clato free verse
a/n: this is my second free verse, and i'm not too sure about this one. it jumps around a lot, but i hope you enjoy!
extra: for my dear bellicose blue, you wanted this and i probably botched it up. thanks for letting me steal a tiny bit of your skills!
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careers aren't b o r n
they're m a d e
children who exchanged
childhood for
training,
a promising future for
a promise of glory,
frilly dresses and worn pants for
steel-toed boots and sweat-soaked gear,
l i f e
for
d-e-a-t-h.
children stripped of their innocence,
stripped of their hope&peace&love,
and refilled with hate&rage&sadism.
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careers aren't born,
no, they're carved from marble and gold,
dipped in iron and adorned with gems,
filled with poison&anger&death,
until there is no more human,
only a monster incapable of loving
[ or that's what everyone thought ]
-:-
because there's always a flaw in the /system/
{ especially with humans and their silly love }
and that _flaw_ was cato&clove,
careers who loved
despite the world&districts&capitol&games.
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clove, the goddess bellona, with her
sharpsharp knives and sardonic smile.
her kills outnumbered her fingers and toes.
because she was a career,
a m-o-n-s-t-e-r.
.
cato, the god mars, with his
deadly sword and deadlier words,
[ that both cut through hearts and ended lives ]
would rather burn down the whole world
than tell a single soul his weakness,
because he was a career,
a m-o-n-s-t-e-r.
but true monsters don't
share secrets in the dark and
hold hands when prying eyes were gone.
monsters don't
kiss like tomorrow won't come
or curl into each other like a completed puzzle.
monsters don't
wish silently in the night that
they could both live.
monsters don't
tear down their walls just
to let someone in.
monsters don't
hope to create a bright future,
[ they're supposed die for destroying a broken world ]
.
true monsters
{ true careers }
don't kneel next to their partner
when death is knocking.
true monsters
don't beg them to stay for
their "bright future"
and "happily ever after."
true monsters
don't cry themselves to sleep
only to dream of her.
.
true monsters
{ true careers }
don't die with a smile,
and embrace failure&death because
she's finally besides him.
c-l-o-v-e, the dead mortal, with her
weakweak heart and wreckeddestroyed walls.
her tears&hopes&dreams outnumbered her fingers and toes.
because she was human,
a s-a-c-r-i-f-i-c-e.
.
c a t o, the insane lover, with his
damaged soul and soft gaze,
[ that both destroyed the monster and saved boy ]
and he'd rather burn down the whole world
than kill the small knife girl, his /weakness/,
because he was human,
a l o v e r.
children are born of dust&clay&playfulness,
careers are carved from gold&iron&hate,
and humans
{ flawedlovingcomplex humans }
are shaped from memories&love&eachother.
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children will be treasured,
monsters never forgotten,
heroes always commemorated.
but sacrifices and lovers
will not be remembered for themselves
but why the fell and who they became.
.
a child can grow into a career,
a human molded into a hero,
a lover forced into a monster,
and a monster turned into a sacrifice.
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careers aren't b o r n,
they're made.
and they can be destroyed
{ s-a-v-e-d }
by a single emotion,
a single word.
l o v e
yeah that's it, please drop a review to tell me what you thought of this!