cato&clove
are two lovers in a tree
K-I-L-L-I-N-G
[but not each other. never each other]
—
raised from birth to
kill&kill&kill
reminded from birth to never
kiss&kiss&kiss
—
(there were four4four star-crossed lovers in that arena)
—
careers
are meant to stay after ::hours::
mark with their swords
cut with their arrows
—
not mark with lips
[and]
cut with tongues
—
{darlings, one of you is already gone. make it last.}
are - they making you MONSTERS?
(careful with what you saysaysay
it doesn't matter one daydayday
they're going to make you paypaypay)
—
eighteen years.
and
none&none&none
of childhood
—
see that mother, holding her baby in that CrAdLe?
whispering sweet lull⭓a⭓bies⭓
she's not saying hush, go to sleep
but roar, win the war
—
the game is you.
—
(hahaha)