josie, district one | wip
Oct 17, 2017 17:23:00 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker 🍒 maryn hale on Oct 17, 2017 17:23:00 GMT -5
"I was settled into nothingness;
a kind of non-being, and I accepted it.
It didn’t make for an interesting person.
I didn’t want to be interesting, it was too hard.
What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in— and to be left alone."
Charles BukowskiJosiah "Josie" Perse. 17.
Nineteen years ago; eve of the 58th Annual Hunger Games.
That's when my parents say they made their biggest mistake.
And that's all they'll tell me. They don't give me her name.
I don't think she had one. You don't name ghosts.
But she still haunts us. Hush money and two years later;
sold a daughter so they could raise another one.
She's a poltergeist. I've met her in my television set.
And I turn it off each time. Mind over matter.I like to pretend my sister isn't a corpse.
