Chosen Ones
They say you are salvation. Their hope. That the universe has created you to fix the wrongs that have plagued them.
Their problems are now yours. You carry them as they place a weapon in your hand. Each swing meant to solve a problem, you did not cause.
“Chosen” voices whisper around you, echoing wherever you go.
Eyes examining. Wondering if you will fulfill your duty.
If you will save them?
You must.
Chosen.
You remember as you march forward on this journey that was foretold years before your birth.
As blood smears your hand.
As your friends die before your eyes.
As your grip tightens, weapon in hand, remembering peaceful times.
You are a child.
Chosen
So you must go on.
Strongest Confinement
What does it mean to be the strongest?
To have the power to defy the world,
But chose to remain confined.
For the people who care.
Watching as they look at you with stars in their eyes.
Crushing buildings.
Creating plains.
A superhero.
A supervillain.
Super
Indeed
They look and see.
Absorb your work.
Will they be stronger than you?
You hope so.
As being the strongest,
Means passing down that strength before you leave.
David Marquez
DC Prompt/Idea
All the former Robins take the which Robin are You Quizzes found online, who do they get?
The Day Before
Rami POV: “Rami, do you think this bread is still good?” Akio asks, setting a plate down in front of me.
The smell drifts up—stale, but still clinging to some trace of warmth. An enthusiastic node escapes me which returns me a small smile, a gift in District 6.
“How are your siblings?” she asks, handing me a piece of the bread.
“They’re... as good as they can be,” I answer, because that’s all there is to say.
Tomorrow is Reaping Day. But really, it’s been hanging over us for weeks now. You can hear it, feel it, long before the town square fills up for the 33rd annual Hunger Games.
“What are you planning to wear?” I ask, trying to shake the heaviness from my head.
“Why only my best dress of course. I mean it’s my last chance to impress the Capital!” Akio smirks, her eyes brightening at the word last.
I grin back at her because she deserves to worry about baking the best berry hand pies instead of whether her hands can handle the idea of being stained red with the blood of children.
Hopefully, in three years I can feel the same. I leave her with a nod, promising to see her before tomorrow.
“Rami!”
A figure crashes into me, almost causing me to tumble.
“Hey, hey watch it unless you want to damage the treats I got from Akio” the warning leaves me as my hands tighten around the treats.
Sara lets go of me immediately, her hands open wide waiting. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Amira standing back, arms crossed, watching us with a familiar mix of patience and judgment.
“Yes, because getting her even more hyped up on sugar is definitely the right call,” Amira says dryly.
I can’t help but laugh, even if the weight of tomorrow is still pressing down on all of us. The night ends with our mouths smeared red wearing stained smiles.
The Drained
The tired spreads through my body.
A sting of a feeling till the numbing takes place.
My arm is limp, detached yet I still use it.
My body is flush. Heat and freeze mixing together.
My brain is light as a feather.
Eyes try to shut but I keep them open.
Listening to the stinging of my ears.
My breath heavy yet clear.
The tired stays.
A part of my body.
A quite hobby that I try to keep off my face.
Yet it always take up space.
Pocket Carried Love
Loving you is like loving a photograph.
It's loving a memory of the past.
I hold it close and watch as the edges fade, erasing parts that once seemed so dear.
Loving you is like loving a photograph. Bright but still.
Unmoving, Unchangeable, A Moment In Time That Was Ours.
It's carrying you in my wallet. Always on my person.
It's wondering if I remember it correctly when I look at it.
It's a period of happiness before remembering that I can't bring this moment back.
Loving you is like loving a photograph.
It's like loving the past.
