Peeta's POV, takes place after the first HG. See if you can guess why there is twenty-two of everything. Free-verse... mostly. It's longer than I meant it to be.
We had twenty-two
Gunmen,
Each of them masters,
Masters if they've
Picked a mark,
Twenty-two
Gunmen,
Each of them masters,
Each of them aiming
At your or my heart.
We had twenty-two
Storms,
Each of them furious,
Furious and violent,
Crashing about,
Twenty-two
Storms,
Each of them furious,
Each of them
Drowning us,
Tossing us out.
We had twenty-two
Knives,
Twenty-two
Swords,
Twenty-two
Spears,
All reaching for their reward,
Their reward of the head
Off your shoulders
Or mine,
Twenty-two
Weapons,
Their blades sharp and fine.
We had twenty-two
Enemies,
Twenty-two killers,
Twenty-two attackers,
Twenty-two stillers
Of hearts,
Each one aiming,
Their throw swift and sure,
Each of them aiming,
For your or my
Heart.
We had twenty-two gunmen,
Twenty-two storms,
Twenty-two knives,
Twenty-two swords,
Twenty-two spears,
Twenty-two weapons,
Twenty-two enemies,
Twenty-two killers,
Twenty-two attackers,
Twenty-two stillers
Of hearts,
And each of them aiming,
Each one for the kill,
Each of them aiming,
Each one never missed yet,
Each of them aiming,
Each one; but still,
Somehow
Through some divine intervention,
Something happened
And all of them missed.
Every master,
Gunmen,
Storm,
Weapon,
Enemy,
Killer,
Each of them missed
And hit one of the others
Each of them missed
And, somehow,
We were left,
Somehow,
We survived.