Want A Sugar Cube?" He Asks In

Trapped For Days, Years, Centuries Maybe. Dead, But Not Allowed To Die. Alive, But As Good As Dead. So Alone That Anyone, Anything No Matter How Loathsome Would Be Welcome.

I Merely Feel Emptyness. A Hollow Of Dead Brush Where Flowers Use To Bloom.

The Morphlings From District 6 Are In The Camouflage Station, Painting Each Other's Faces With Bright Pink Swirls.

You Don’t Forget The Face Of The Person Who Was Your Last Hope.

I'll Never Know What It Was He Wanted Me To Remember.