Just Imagine you being reaped for The Hunger Games

Imagine you sure of your certain death

But holding a little hope.

Everything is actually good in the Capitol

The foods delicious.

The only problem is what's going to come later.

Now imagine this . . .

On the day of the games you enter the Arena

And then you realize something awful.

You're in the arena

The minute counting down

When suddenly it hits you

It's

That

Time

Of

Month

(Unless you're a guy, you don't have this problem)
Am I the only one who has put some serious consideration into this?