Literature
Mockingjay: There Was a Flame
There was a flame, a fire that would not stop burning. It consumed us, baptized us in holy heat, and left us new and crying and empty on the ground. You say this was for the best, that by striking our bodies against one another we started a healing spark. But if that's true, why are we still burning? In our dreams, we try to find a sunset, orange and wild and perfect, but we can't see for the smoke in our eyes and on our tongues. We haven't breathed in days.
You watch the flames dance up and lick our heels. You make no move toward us.
You hear our screams, but they are lost in the noise of your cause.
We never started the blaze. We were on