we star-crossed lovers who suffered so much and enjoyed so little
What’s wrong with me
Why not understand and see
I never saw What you saw in me
The tributes of the 75th Hunger Games.
ATLAS + CATCHING FIRE PARALLELS
I rise, turning to the force field, fully revealing myself but no longer caring. Only caring about where I should direct my tip, where Beetee would have driven the knife if he’d been able to choose. My bow tilts up at the wavering square, the flaw, the… what did he call it that day? The chink in the armor. I let the arrow fly, see it hit its mark and vanish, pulling the thread of gold behind it. My hair stands on end and the lightning strikes the tree.
A flash of white runs up the wire, and for just a moment, the dome bursts into a dazzling blue light. (pg. 378-379)