My Mother Says Healers Are Born, Not

To This Day, I Can Never Shake The Connection Between This Boy, Peeta Mellark, And The Bread That Gave Me Hope, And The Dandelion That Reminded Me That I Was Not Doomed.

The Anguish I Always Feel When She's In Pain Wells Up In My Chest And Threatens To Register On My Face.

Maybe It's That We Are All So Starved For Something Good To Happen That We Want To Be A Part Of It.

Mostly We Just Add To The Piles Of Rainbow Glass That's Been Blown Off The Exteriors Of The Cany-colored Buildings.

Tuck In Your Tail, Little Duck.