Hey guys this is au post Hunger Games where the memory of the Hunger Games proves too much for Katniss.
Petals
Splashes of red
litter the floor
You gaze in
wonderment as
they fall
one
by
one
Down, down, down
Drifting elegantly
free-falling to the
smooth tiles.
Fingers run over the delicate
stem, hardly noticing
as drop after
drop of scarlet
blood fall from your finger-tips
and spark painful
yet irresistible
escape.
Feeling are trivial matters.
They damage hearts
and fuel flowing
rivers of blood and salty tears
you contemplate placidly,
soft hands still
running over those sharp,
wonderful thorns.
The rose smells intoxicating
in your blood-stained
hands and maybe, you consider,
in a way,
it is.
A smile comes to your face
as you grip the rose
tighter, a frozen expression of
silent grief, thorns
gouging deeper, deeper
until you can no
longer see the sink for blood.
Tears roll down your cheeks
unbidden, uncontrollable
as you open your mouth
and swallow the pills firmly.
As the numb feeling
takes over your body, you
allow yourself one last
tortured glance at your broken
reflection, a grim, manic
grin stretched from ear to
ear.
Then everything goes
black.
You know, it's amazing,
how the world has its
ways of destroying things,
beautiful things
things that had no business being destroyed.
How you can no longer
see, though you still
have eyes, no longer hear the
pained screams of your precious,
loving sister as she finds
your fallen body
on the bathroom floor,
your hair spread around
your head like a halo, your arms
outstretched as though you
are ready to
take off and fly.
Can't hear how she remarks, through
a shaking voice
in her eulogy
how in that moment,
you looked exactly like an angel.
She would've liked that,
your sister cries.
And you smile gently,
Caged and trapped no more.
Free- free to fly
for all eternity in the ever-changing,
ever-swirling mist of
the universe.
Don't worry sis.
She loves it.
What you think?
-Z xx
