tangled up in your bones {haleary} blitz

Pitter patter, pitter patter, PITTER PATTER, PITTER PATTER -

like rocks bombarding a roof.

This rain of alcohol never stops, not when there are so many armies of fear to drown, entire legions of warriors ready to tear me apart racing to battle. Their cries are my thunderous heartbeats, pound pound pounding against my chest like Thor's hammer.

Sprawled out on the roof, bottle in hand -

there could be no better night in the land of blood and bones. The Capitol city bustling below me is a deceiving sight, with their brilliant lights like millions of diamonds and lustrous cars racing down perfect asphalt roads. It is a kingdom of death, with a Utopian veil to mask the piling graves and the crown of children's bones on Snow's head.

(I'll be one of them soon, another trophy to his collection.)

My brief peace is shattered by the presence of another, further proving that I am never alone in the Capitol. I will always be encircled by the lions thirsting to prey on me or scrutinized by prying hawk eyes.

"We can never be alone anymore, can we?" I laugh bitterly to the approaching stranger. But I am not a hostile pillar of ice; my words roll into the night air more welcoming than I thought they would.

let's shoot some drugs and fall in love

'cause i feel like getting tangled up in your bones

❧

{ table: zoë }