Hope you all enjoy this one. Sorry about the late update timing.
They buried the
Boy with her crying,
Clenching the ground
With dirty tears.
The headstone was
Where her eyes were
Settled,
His name etched on the
Stone too finely.
Her dress,
Black and with dirt
On her knees,
Was beautiful,
Though wet with rain now.
Her hair,
Always brown and
Pulled back in a ponytail,
Was loose.
Her forehead
Was pressed to the ground now,
Silent sobs wrecking her body.
The shoelace,
So far below,
Was still around his wrist,
Her fingers and mind too
Sad to unwrap it.
Yet,
It wouldn't matter
Because she wouldn't be
Here much longer.
Her heart would stop,
Too pained because of this.
She could have
Sworn revenge on
The girl who killed him,
Katniss.
But she knew she
Never could,
That it wasn't her fault.
All too soon,
The girl
With shining blue eyes
Realized whose fault it was.
It wasn't
Some girl's fault
From District Twelve.
It never would be
her fault,
Or the boy she was with.
There could only
Be one person to blame,
And one person only.
The person
Whose sick idea it was
To keep having children kill
Each other for entertainment.
And how
She wanted to wring his neck.