Girl on Fire
She stands silently
by her chariot, stroking the mane
of a jet black horse.
The other victors smile,
talk, socialize. But then,
they have known each other
for years.
Her brilliant stylist is nowhere to be found.
Her mentor, her boyfriend are
both talking to Chaff.
Then he appears,
in a golden net, stark contrast to her
simple black suit.
He leaves.
She enters her chariot.
Then her flames flicker on.
She looks like the embers from a bonfire,
the ash from a fireplace,
the inside of a
volcano.
She stares straight ahead,
though the audience adores her.
She doesn't, she won't look at them.
The tributes circle,
and a spark of hope begins
in the districts.
If the Girl on Fire dies,
they will carry on her spark.
They will rebel.
