Morphling
the deep dark blues and creamy pearl whites of the sky
FIRE
reflect back down upon my crippled form
BURN
i think of all the colors of the world left to see.
SPARK
he takes my weak green hand
SPREAD
and whispers to me the rainbow he holds.
REBELLION
as i draw a flower on his cheek
YOU
with the crimson paint coming from my heart
BURN
his final words are of the creamy pearls and deep dark blues
WITH
that reflects down upon my now empty, crippled form
US
FIRE
reflect back down upon my crippled form
BURN
i think of all the colors of the world left to see.
SPARK
he takes my weak green hand
SPREAD
and whispers to me the rainbow he holds.
REBELLION
as i draw a flower on his cheek
YOU
with the crimson paint coming from my heart
BURN
his final words are of the creamy pearls and deep dark blues
WITH
that reflects down upon my now empty, crippled form
US
♠ ♠ ♠
This is a piece I wrote after re-reading the Hunger Games series, particularly the last two books.