we grow like { t o r n a d o e s } // Python, blitz
Feb 6, 2014 21:50:19 GMT -5
Post by Stare on Feb 6, 2014 21:50:19 GMT -5
chapter ( the fifth )
go back and forward,
but all is melting like the snow
taking all from us,
all we thought was left to know
but all is melting like the snow
taking all from us,
all we thought was left to know
People just don't understand.
(He hit me. He hit me. And for a long time, I let him, because I didn't no better. My realization came gradually, as did my strength to fight back against a man I loved. Now I can punch him in the face without even flinching, and I'd never admit it, but that scares me.)
Careers are raised to fight. Watching them, I silently wonder if they, too, learned in difficult ways. I can imagine expectant families and horrible consequences for failure. Perhaps I am not entirely unlike the beasts raised close to the Capitol, but I wouldn't dare say I'm similar. I'm far too unrefined to be anything less than a half-starved savage in their eyes.
There must be someone else.
I find her easily enough. This is one of the many times I've become distracted when I probably should be training, and the disapproval of the Gamemakers weighs heavily on my back. Still, my eyes flicker closed and I see images of a broken family so similar to mine and a silent flame in bright eyes and I know that this girl is one worth talking to. I did my research on her. She was the youngest reapable child in a group of orphans referred to as the Sycamores. It explains why the camera couldn't find her parents' faces in the crowd, instead focusing on the reactions of thin and desperate looking children. It's a hard thing for me to remember, as I'm sure their expressions only mirrors those my sisters must be wearing.
With others I am always rough and blunt and arrogant, but with her I am not. My hand lands on her shoulder, a tap that is almost gentle, before I take my position next to her without even bothering to see what station we're at. "Mind if I join you?"
on what we treasure
falls a dusty snow
taking us backwards
but where we will never know
falls a dusty snow
taking us backwards
but where we will never know