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SurvivorEmotionless body next to emaciated corpse, SS troops shooting without mercy,
Cries ringing out as orders are barked out in German.
Lifting up the body of his still breathing brother tossing him into the fire.
He sheds no tears.
He stumbled as he ran and his back was suddenly on fire as he was whipped until his flesh was hanging in bloody ribbons.
He staggers on.
It’s been three days and not a morsel of food has been distributed.
He is weak and slowing down on his work,
His wounds slick with blood as he is beaten once again,
Yet he utters not a sound.
His neighbor is given the sweet release of death and he fights for his ration of food, thinking only of himself, not concerned it came from a dead man.
He has been stripped almost completely of human emotion, animal instinct has taken over.
Sirens go off and they have to run.
His legs are swollen and he breaks formation.
Only when he is yanked up does he realize he was beaten and had blacked out.
Shouts in German, the hissing of the
Stained GlassI'm broken and I know it
Shattered into a hundred shards but I'm collecting myself,
Piece by piece.
I have help from those who come in and out of my life,
Bringing me pieces of myself in every size,
From a fingernail to a palm.
Where I once was crystal, I am now stained glass.
Broken but unified,
Reflecting the world with my edges and
No two pieces are alike.
Careful now, I don't want to shatter anymore.
I am still awaiting pieces of myself.
And I'm wondering,
How will they join the rest?
Or just a helping hand...
Smiling, but it hurts.
The edges are sharp and I forget sometimes.
Looking in the mirror I watch the drop of blood stain my glass once again.
I touch the mirror, my outline,
Longing to be completed.
Will I ever be?
RedShe looks at me, broken
Crying out silently.
What can I do to help her now?
Her voice is gone.
Fractured under the weight of oppression.
He's on the prowl.
I can't move, I'm frozen here,
Watching the scene unfold.
Hands moving up and down worn trails,
Nails digging into crevices,
The same route every time.
She knows what's coming and she opens her mouth,
Letting out a piercing scream into the night.
She is muffled.
She is struggling, I'm crying but there's nothing I can do.
I couldn't stop it before and I can't stop it now.
She is broken.
She lays there, curled around what was stolen,
Protecting what is left.
What he didn't take.
What once was white is now red.
Suddenly it's everywhere and I don't want to see it no more .
Hands, chest, face
On the sheets, the floor, the wood.
That's all I see.
the color of rage, lust, and pain speckled like fallen stars.
Though her face is blank, I see her tremble.
Eyes darting to the door,
Watching to see if he comes back
Good Enough... for YOU.As I sit here cradling the blade in my hands
Treasuring the moments I wish that I had
I can't stop growing more lost and confused
I can't stop thinking... am I good enough for you?
As I sit here, wrapping the rope around my neck
No one will understand a meaning so complex
I simply can't stop thinking about it somehow
Thinking, am I good enough for you now?
As I sit here, pulling the trigger on the gun
I think, maybe I was never meant for "the one"...
goes the bullet.
For when I think it through...
I really won't ever be good enough for you.