Someone Ought To Get Haymitch

Let Them Go, I Tell Myself. Say Good-bye And Forget Them. I Do My Best, Thinking Of Them One By One, Releasing Them Like Birds From The Protective Cages Inside Me, Locking The Doors Against Their Return.

I Drag Myself Out Of Nightmares Each Morning And Find There's No Relief In Waking.

Thinking Like Your Prey. . . That's Where You Find Their Vulnerabilities.

Girl Talk. That Thing I've Always Been So Bad At.

But Some Secrets Are Too Delicious Not To Share.