[ xxii ]. bitter and blind

                                    

                                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
you can always bleed a little more.





My heart is a cathedral.
Widows, ghosts, and lovers sit and sing /
in the dark, arched marrow of me.
OPHELIA WEARS BLACK / SEGOVIA AMIL

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
﹙ chapter twenty two, act two ﹚





mentor's lounge, the playing inn.
july, 72 att.
                    THE BLOODBATH IS ABOUT TO BEGIN. All the channels displayed on the various screens around the room have been showing discussions and upcoming predictions; shots of crowds eagerly counting down on a large clock in a square, of analysts and interviews with Gamemakers. Now, as the final minute before the first cannon fires, it switches over to the arena, and the tributes waiting for the holographic numbers to reach zero. Twenty four figures on metal plates, already doubling over at the harsh cold.