The Aschuwitz Gates
Category: Writing and Poetry
i walk through the Aschuwitz gates, the sky is grey a shadow of sorrow in a deary world. i turn my heavy head slowly and read the faded letters on that fateful sign. "work shall set you free". the most unforgiving words, can be the most equally deceiving. the area around me is cold as i stand in the middle of the empty court yard. i feel alone even though i am not, i feel the souls of the people lost in this desolate place. the chilling weather is a symbol of gods ever so vacant presence here, and my dark eyes fill with ever so longing tears. my tear welled eyes gaze around me, suddenly i see i am alone. the black liner from eyes stains my cheeks, as more hot tears blind my vision. a trembling finger smears the substance gently across my pink cheek, i bend down slowly to my knees digging them in the cold earth below me. my pained eyes close listlessly as my vision comes slowly to me.
the shouts come fast, the anger is relentless, the pain is substantial. i am shoved roughly, but she is dragged. her screams rack me, my body trembles. the other prisoners are gathered, the men shouting at them pushing them with guns, harboring them with their hated words. it is cold and hour is late, i hear her screaming i feel her pain, i am helpless my life is of no conern to me. the soldiers pull me up roughly, they turn my body a gun pointed in my back. my eyes are turned to her, the body of a fragile women a look of utter shock and contempt in her grief stricken eyes. the men shout again, it has become an annoyance. if they must kill me, i only ask for them to do it qucikly. i hear the words, "traitor" from their mouths, i turn my aching head slowly and gaze at the on lookers around me and yet i still feel utterly alone. the kommandant shoves a gun into my hands, and turns my head towards him with utter force. he speaks his hate in comanding words.
"kill her or i will kill you."
the words are cold, he turns me back and i face her. the eyes are pleading, the love is there, and yet she knows what i must do. i lift the gun in my shaking grasp, i aim it at her but i cannot pull the trigger. i cannot. the men grow restless they start to count. i close my eyes, i look to the sky, i can feel his eyes on me they are ever present. the last number fades, i open my eyes to hers one more time, i squeez my finger on the trigger the sound of the faint pop residing in the darkness of the damnation of my eternal soul.
the sound pulls me out of my reverie. and i am broken. i felt as though i had relieved a moment in those few seconds of my despair. my dark hair hangs down my face, as i guide my body up from the cold ground. the wind has picked up, blowing my dark locks around my pale face. i hear him speak my name, and i turn. i smile as he waves me forward. i nod my head slowly and continue to walk. i stop short and turn, i reach in my red satin purse and pull from it a dark rose, i hold it tight in my hand before slowly letting it descend towards the ground.
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