ire cb D9

Look, when has light treason ever hurt anyone.

The world’s flat edge stands at the precipice of a girl unkempt, and I take two leaps of faith. Gaia unbound and Panem be damned if this is the thing that sends me the fuck over — they call me crazy for thinking it exists, but I believe. Over and over again, I believe damnit! Like it’s in my blood, and let me tell you, it is. If you need me to start from the start I can, but I can tell you some truths that you have to believe for me to tell you the rest.

First, if you touch my brother, you’re begging for a four knuckle indent in your skull. The second rule here is that my dads were right all along, the peacekeepers bring us remains and keys for locks we’d never touch. They say our dads are dead, but we know the truth — so do you, deep down. That it still all exists, thirteen and the rubble and the land masses past that; they don’t just stop because the world says so. The ground breathes because of all the bodies buried in it, and there are wars fought on grass we’ve never even seen.

That’s how they keep the blindfold on. There’s a curtain around Panem and if there’s just a way past all the water then you’re there, you’re right fucking there on the edge of the world with my fathers. I know that’s where they are, I just don’t know what else is out there. What did they find? Why haven’t they come back? Do I cut the red or green wire, yknow.

Now it’s just Ochre & I, against the rest of the world.

Or what’s left of it, I suppose.