All she knew is that she was running,
she was running and couldn't stop.
Her legs moving,
her heart beating,
her breathing rapid.
It was a war,
a war all around her.
Brother turning on brother.
Alliances falling apart.
She bore witness to these events alike.
Each one scarring her,
as she viewed the bloodshed.
It's all a part of the games,
she told herself.
The hunger.
The fear.
The death.
The people in the Capitol,
fed off the demise of others.
To them this wasn't a shameful deed.
It was just pure entertainment.
She couldn't stop running.
Even as her legs screamed in protest,
and her heart pounded in her chest,
like a hammer knocking into a nail.
She refused to give in,
she had to keep pushing on.
Not for herself,
but for Prim,
and her mother,
and for Gale.
These games won't defeat her.
The hunger won't take over.
She will stay strong.
She will fight.
She will endure.
She will survive.