I miss your hand
I miss your touch
I miss your laugh
When we were one
When the world disolved
You and I were one one time
I miss me and you
You and I
I miss it like a sunny crime
But now you see her
Not me, but her
Why wasn't I enough?
Enough to be loved?
You left me behind
Like a muddy past
I fell in love
But you fell in lie
I miss what we had
I miss how I was
So why was I not enough?
You owe me that

A love divided. A brutal war never finished. So, what happens if the Confederacy won? What would it be like? The Union and The Confederates. Seperate countries on one land. So, what would it be like? This is our story.


"Sydney, let's go." My father drawled. With his voice stern I looked in the mirror once more before I grabbed my duffel and ran out to his side. "Have Martha carry that, Syd." he said curtly. I smiled, "I can do it." We walked out our vast oak doors onto the big front porch. I could smell cotton in the air. Harvesting season. Nostalgia twinged a smile at my lips, but the truth behind that kept it down. I looked out onto my fathers large property. Vast cotton fields swam for acres ahead of us. Slave sheds were to the left, they were white with a picket fence surrounding the plantation house. "Now, are you sure you want to travel to that damned yankee country? You could always vacation off the Florida Key's now." My father was very southern. The Union was the worst possible place his innocent daughter could travel to. He thought it was for life opening opertunities. Of course, he also believed all the oportunities in life were surrounded by cotton farming and running the plantation. I begged to differ. But even though he thought I was going to just study New York, New York, he was wrong.
"No, no, daddy. I really want to go there. I've always see Broadway." I drawled. Exaggertating the syllables.
He rubbed his chin, "Well, are you sure you don't want me to come with you to the airport?"
"No, I want to do it. I'll be gone for three weeks. I'm sure y'all can run the plantation with out me." I joked.
"Fine, but you have to promise me to meet with Cooper when you return." he said. I sucked in a deep breath, the last thing I wanted to do was meet with Cooper Sutter. The most bigotted boy I'd ever laid eyes on. He may be easy to look at with his deep azul eyes, and wheat colored hair. But behind that sly smile was a cunning fox.
"Fine. I suppose I oblige. But I have to be off or I'm going to miss my flight. I love you, daddy." I say as I wrap my arms around him like I was little and hop into the big black SUV. Being a Southern daughter didn't have your perkswhen you were on the wrong country. Faking the accent you were born to drawl. Being mean to people you believe had freedom. I was on the wrong side of the fence, and I was returning to the right side. "Let's go, Gaylen." I say, returning to my normal voice and tone.
"I'm going to miss you, Madam." Gaylen says, sweat dripping down his dark chocolate brown skin.
I smile softly, "I know. But I'll be back soon. It'll only be three weeks and I'll get information."
Gaylen stiffled a smile, "I sure hope so, Miss. I don't know what's going to happen."
"I'll tell you what's going to happen; The Confederacy will be no more, and slavery will be abolished. You're my best friend, Gaylen. I'll make sure you see Beth again."
"Are you sure, Syd? It feels like I've been in the cotton fields for centuries. When will it be over?" He asks, his eyes filled with grief.
"I'm positive. If Ry's right, you won't be in those fields for too much longer. No longer will whip marks enter your skin, Gaylen." I say softly. My voice filling with empathy.
A sigh of optimism escapes his lips, "I hope you're right, Syd. I better get you to the airport before your father thinks other wise."
"You're right. Let's go. The sooner the better."


"That's bullshit!" I yell.
"Ryan, calm down." Damen says.
"Calm down? We have to move sooner!"
"We can't. If we move too soon all will be lost. Be patient." he says. I run my hand through my hair, calming myself. "And anyway, in two hours you need to be picking up Sydney at the airport. She's the biggest asset."

I gritted my teeth and doubled over. Why? I screamed through my mind. Hollow bitterness tore through my stomach like a knife to my heart. Empty as a black nights sky. Tears roll down my cheeks. "Why?" I screamed aloud. Brown hair cascading down my back while I doubled over in pain. Why did you have to leave this world from me? What did I deserve to have you torn from me?

My mind rambled with screams. I didn't ever think anything could happen. You would serve one tour and come home. Come home to me. I never wanted to marry an army man. I never wanted to fall in love with you. So hard I fell. You kissed me goodbye, six months ago. I prayed every day that you'd be home. Back into my arms. You promised me you'd be fine, you promised! "Kale." I mutter to the room. Tears roll down my face as my arms hold my chest together. You promised. Every second that went by I said to myself you promised you'd be home. But that promise was nothing but empty lies. "Emma?" someone says through my door. When I try and respond nothing but sobs escape my lips. Whoever called my name runs over to me. Their arms drape over my lifeless body. "Emma. You have to snap out of this."

"Bryce, I can't. I just can't." I sob into my hands.
"Yes, you're strong, Emma. You can."
"I love him." I scream as tears fall.
"I know." He whispers.
"Please." I plead. Plead for him to leave. To be alone in this dark room. This is where I belong. This empty hole where his love once was, is now raw and open. Numbness begins to consume me. How could you leave me?

This is my attempt at a Holocaust piece. I'm not sure if it was executed right.

We arrived when the sun rose on the greater west. The rays reflected off the snow, sullen and blue. I could feel the cold swarm around us and the heavy smoke fill the skies. A smell filled the air, of death, you smelled the dead. I looked around the frozen compound. It was filled with people, surrounded by men with guns and chain linked fences that kept us locked up like rats. I could feel fear warm my neck and death staring my back down around the corner. The feeling was empty and ragged. I kept close to Uri as I looked around for my father. My only family, I looked for him. I knew he was brought to this place of hell. I walked over through the snow, waiting for my number to be called out. I licked my lips and mushed through the dirt ridden snow, at once I recognized him. Rabbi Ephram! I ran over to him, "Rabbi Ephram! Have you seen my father?" I spoke to him in whispers as I looked him in the eyes. Once Rabbi Ephram's eyes filled with happiness and shined with love, but now they're glazed over like solid gray marbles. Empty and hollow. He just pursed his lips and looked over the building where smoke filled the sky. I looked up, my eyes scanning the sky. I turned to him, my eyes filling with moisture, "You lie. You speak of lies." I say, the words rushing out of my mouth. Disrespecting the Rabbi. His reaction to my carelessness doesn't phase, he just shakes his head, his mouth faltering to be anything but a straight line. But slowly some recognition fills his eyes. Grief. A gasp catches in my throat and a scream encloses. I blink back tears, "No." I whisper. Trying to grasp myself, "Papa!" I scream. "Papa!" I scream more. Turning around and around on the frozen ground. People becoming a blur as I stare to the sky and hold my hands to my chest. "Shut up!" A man says. A man in uniform. The words catch in my throat as I stare at him dumbfounded. Emptiness fills my mind, empty as the black that fills the sky. "Where is he?" I ask the man. "You stupid girl. You'll die just like him." The man says, a snarl coming out of his mouth. I blinked and whispered, "I already died."