Sunday, November 15, 2009
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."
posted by Misa at 11:13 AM |

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