For the Weekly Title (Hunger Games ::: Contests and Character Chat).
Prompt: Whispers in the moonlight
For Grace and her placement in the Holly and Mistletoe competition.
Whispers (with lingering s sounds), soft (sheets), shhh (a straight index finger held to pursed lips), quiet I love yous (holding sweating palms) and I love you toos (with blushing cheeks), and hey, the moon is beautiful tonight (we have the stars, too).
No.
Beautiful things must always be denied in this reality.
So their beautiful world of spring love (flowers that just started to uncover their faces and open up [stop hiding from behind their petals]–ever so slightly, timidly, scared and shy [so beautifully]) exploded into a million shards, was scattered across the sea (never to find each other).
Bombs (the capitol, of course.) do that sometimes. Oh well.
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Caskets underground (holding remains that don't even look like remains).
Lying side by side, touching, brushing, wood kissing wood.
I don't really know what this is, either.
Thank you for reading.