Author: Meira Stein PM
Tick Tock is the whole anticipation of the unknown. Were the Jews going to a safe haven, moving from the ghettos to concentration camps? Were they going to live, be free? Or would they be in worse shape than they already are? Would they be killed immediately? Would they need to work night and day?Rated: Fiction T - English - Tragedy/Horror - Words: 269 - Published: 11-06-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3072075
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Mama was taken from the ghetto,
Promising she will be back.
Papa was taken on a march, never to be seen again.
My sister and brother were whisked away
From my grasp
Placed on trains,
Never seeing their angelic faces smile at me again.
Still, I wait.
Days, months, and what feels like years
Pass me by.
Soon, I wait stark naked in line
For what was told to be showers
With trembling women and children all around me
Babies whimpered in their mothers' cradled arms
As the mothers attempt to soothe the whimpers of their infants
Swaying them back and forth in their frail, weak arms
Toddlers holding tight to their brother's or sister's hand
We are soon marched into a dark, damp room
The stench of death was present, almost visible to
The naked eyes
The door is slammed shut behind us,
With a loud thunderous boom
Plunging into total darkness
My nose and mouth begin to fill
With an unpleasant smell
Making it all the while difficult to breath
The Nazis wait
I begin to feel faint
My soul slowly departing from me
Abandoning my physical body
I no longer feel pain
I no longer care
The cries of women, children
All begin to stop
As my breathe does.
The Nazis invade
To burn our corpses
As we watch from above
Our bodies' burn before our dead eyes
The next group is ushered in…