the bright orange liquid scorches my veins,
skin on fire, feeling like i'm dying.
my body tries fighting, locked in chains,
unable to move, but i am trying.
who is katniss everdeen? the men yell,
she is a victor, a friend, my lover,
i yell back in this dreadful, bare white cell
that loudly echoes my voice i discover.
the dreadful orange liquid still burns me,
hallucinating my home in ashes
and katniss by the lifeless hanging tree.
my harsh memories come back in flashes.
katniss everdeen, my star-crossed lover,
now looks like the devil undercover.
