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
♠ ♠ ♠
This is a piece I wrote after re-reading the Hunger Games series, particularly the last two books.