Just Last Year I Wanted To Kill

Each Time I Wake,i Think, At Last, This Is Over, But It Isn't.

It's Lovely. If Only You Could Frost Someone To Death.

Then, In My Most Careful Handwriting, Come All The Details It Would Be A Crime To Forget. Lady Licking Prim's Cheek. My Father's Laugh. Peeta's Father With The Cookies. The Colour Of Finnick's Eyes. What Cinna Could Do With A Length Of Silk. Boggs Reprogramming The Holo. Rue Poised On Her Toes, Arms Slightly Extended, Like A Bird About To Take Flight. On And On. We Seal The Pages With Salt Water And Promises To Live Well To Make Their Death Count.

Then I Dive Into My Tent Before I Do Something Stupid Like Cry.

I'm Running On Hate. When The Energy From That Ebbs I'll Be Worthless.