I remember her now,
Rue,
In this moment of pain.
So young.
So sweet.
So innocent.
Her beautiful face,
Surrounded with wildflowers,
Her dark curls framing her.
She was the hope in the cruelty,
That place full of death,
Of helpless young children.
Now her.
Now Prim.
My precious Prim,
Who I fought so hard for.
Who I would do everything for,
Who I loved, more than anything,
when she was still so young
My little duck.
My innocent Prim.
Slaughtered,
Just like Rue.
Just like Finnick
Just like any tribute.
So many devastated.
So many killed.
Everyone I love,
Suffering because of this,
Because of me.
Fire has caught,
and everything is burning.
