What I Couldn't Kill

(The Hunger Games)

The perspective of President Snow- a poison.

Two girls danced on death’s tight wire,
One clothed in song, the other in quiver.
Each with a gift to kindle fire.

Lucy Gray- my mockingbird muse,
All charm and guile in melodic hues.
A performer at heart, forced to hunt,
To survive, to kill and to run.
She loved with lies and ran with rain-
A lesson carved into my vein.

Then came Katniss, rough and true,
With arrows sharp and a colder hue.
A hunter at heart, forced to perform,
To smile and wave, and hide her storm.
A fire too wild to own or mould,
Too brash, too stubborn to be sold.

Still- both defied, both disobeyed,
Both laughed beneath the roles I made.
Both knew the weight of wanting more,
And walked right through my golden door.

They never met, yet felt the same-
Two mirrors whispering my name.
Each with a gift to twist the game,
To set the roses all aflame.

One vanished in a shimmered song,
The other stayed too loud, too long.
One slipped away, a ghost in flight,
The other set the world alight.

And still I cough on rose and blood,
Two girls who stirred a rebel flood.
One vanished, one I could not tame-
But both, in truth, wore Hunger’s name.