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    Ana

    By Christopher Charles

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    My dress was being ripped.
    Strong hands took everything.
    My underthings tearing
    Until I lay naked.

    I couldn't move!
    My arms and legs
    Pinned to the dirt,
    "Please, God! Mother!"

    The Nurse above me.
    Her huge frame outlined
    Against the setting sun
    Surrounding her in flames.

    The devil herself
    Was attacking.
    "God! She wants my soul!"
    Fear wrung through me.

    The tip of her blade
    Flashed in the light.
    It caught my eyes,
    Blinding, I couldn't see.

    "Ah! Now we'll see
    What that fiend likes.
    I'd bet when I'm through,
    He'll cast you aside."

    Her demonic laugh
    Filled my head.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherChristopher Charles
    Release dateJul 7, 2019
    ISBN9781950901005
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      Ana - Christopher Charles

      1 Concentration Camp

      I had just turned fourteen

      My Daddy was coming.

      He was bringing me

      A birthday surprise.

      I was excited!

      Maybe a pony!

      I had asked for one.

      He should have been here!

      These were tough times for most.

      I lived in Germany

      With my mother and father.

      The economy was bad,

      But we were surviving well.

      My father, a Jewish Banker

      Seemed less affected by it.

      I knew little of his business.

      Where was he?

      It’s been an hour!

      He should have been here!

      He promised!

      He was my whole life.

      I didn't have friends,

      Going to private schools

      That centered on my faith.

      Even there, I was shy.

      Then when they closed down,

      I remained at home.

      Something about the law.

      I loved my daddy,

      Preferring to be near him.

      We were close, my mother knew.

      Sometimes she was jealous.

      Where was he?

      Has something happen?

      My heart skipped a beat.

      No, he has to be alright.

      She didn't want to think

      Of her world without him.

      My mother was worried.

      I could tell. She wouldn't say.

      I heard a car door slam.

      He was here! Running, Daddy!

      Opening the door! Gestapo!

      Fear struck me to the bone.

      I couldn't move.

      My voice gone.

      Big hands had me.

      God! The coldness!

      Visibly shaking,

      Soiling my pants.

      Others rushed by

      Seeking my mother.

      I heard her screaming.

      What were they doing?

      Mother! A big fist

      Struck me in the mouth,

      Knocking me unconscious.

      Later, waking

      Inside a black car.

      My mother beside me.

      She was crying,

      Her dress torn,

      Bruises on her face.

      I felt her shame.

      What did they do to you?

      She wouldn't answer.

      Only shook her head,

      And held me closer.

      "Where is Daddy?

      Does he know?"

      My mind confused,

      I was scared.

      The ride didn't last long

      Before we were forced

      Into a large gray building

      Outside the city limits.

      Pulling my mother from me,

      They threw me into a small room.

      It was dark and cold. I was scared.

      There were not any windows.

      Sitting, wrapping my arms,

      I began to sob quietly.

      Once started, I couldn't stop.

      I wanted my daddy.

      Screams filling the air

      Brought me back quickly.

      They were my mother's.

      What were they doing?

      Please God! They're hurting her!

      Listening, the screams stopped,

      A heavy silence.

      Waiting! Were they through?

      I would be next.

      Trembling! Not me!

      I have never been used!

      Footsteps were approaching.

      Suddenly the door flew open.

      God! No! Fear held my heart. My turn!

      They threw my mother inside.

      She fell in a heap, hurting.

      Holding her stomach,

      Doubling over,

      Refusing to move.

      Suddenly clutching

      When the spasms

      Of pain reached her.

      Moaning softly,

      Compressing it.

      Quietly passing out

      When the blood flowed out

      From between her legs,

      No longer feeling.

      The door was closed.

      It was dark again.

      I heard the beasts

      Cruel laugh fading.

      They didn't take me.

      I couldn't believe it.

      Numbed, I sat there

      Watching my mother.

      Listening to her breathing,

      The pain she was suffering,

      Praying she would be alright.

      "God, how can I help her?

      Don't let her leave me!

      Mommy wake up!

      Please don't die now!

      Daddy will come soon!"

      Moving closer to her,

      I felt the sticky floor.

      Knowing it was her blood,

      I had to stop the flow.

      Using part of my dress,

      Ripping a piece off,

      I forced it tightly

      Between her legs, hoping.

      Gradually it slowed,

      Using more, stopping it.

      She was waking up.

      I felt her moving.

      Holding her close,

      We stayed together

      Until the door

      Opened hours later.

      A light was hitting my eyes.

      It shined over the rest of us.

      Showing our clothes matted with blood.

      We were looking terrible.

      "Get her up and get yourselves clean.

      There's a bathroom down the hall,

      Or I'll shoot you both where you sit.

      Leave her if you can't move her."

      "Mommy, please! We must go!

      Wake up! They're taking us."

      Pulling, she was helping.

      Please mommy, he'll kill us!

      We were up, staggering down the hall.

      My hands shaking, trying to wash her,

      Then myself. The beast with his gun

      Standing there watching me do it.

      "Okay! That's enough!

      Now outside!" Motioning,

      Slowly we both walked out.

      Each step bringing her pain.

      Mother, we have to keep going.

      I knew if she fell, he would kill her.

      Her eyes said she didn't care.

      Please mother! I was crying.

      Reaching her, she tried harder.

      Finally, outside it was dark.

      A covered truck was waiting,

      Filled with other people.

      We were squeezed in with them.

      The door slammed! It was dark!

      Some were complaining, others

      Were crying to themselves,

      But no one listen to them.

      Each in his private thoughts,

      Waited for the truck to stop,

      And the pain to begin.

      We traveled for hours.

      Silence filled the truck.

      I held my mother,

      Protecting her from them.

      The truck was slowing down.

      Someone pushed me aside.

      Stepping on others,

      She forced the canvas,

      And flung herself outside.

      Immediately the truck

      Came to a halt. Machine guns,

      We heard her screams of death.

      No one said a word

      Waiting for the guns

      To be turned on us.

      Silence hung heavy.

      Finally, the truck started,

      We were moving again.

      God allowed us to live longer.

      It was daylight. I could see.

      The sun was coming through

      The torn canvas

      Shinning on my mother.

      Her eyes closed, sleeping.

      It was the first time

      I had really noticed

      How beautiful she was

      Even in this filth.

      Pulling her closer,

      Feeling her warmth,

      Forgetting the pain

      Throbbing in my back.

      The wood finding its place.

      I didn't want to move her

      For she needed her rest.

      I felt the truck slowing.

      We were entering a town.

      I could hear the noises.

      Suddenly they stopped.

      The canvas was being rolled.

      The sun overhead felt good.

      Behind them were six more trucks.

      They had been following us,

      Each was being stripped of canvas.

      Moving again, but slowly,

      Going through the main section of town.

      I could see between the boards,

      People were starting to line the street.

      First, they stared at us,

      Then someone threw something

      Hitting an old lady

      Sitting beside me.

      She fell unconscious

      Over my mother.

      Stuck, I couldn't move,

      Trapped below them.

      The crowd igniting,

      Began to press closer.

      I could see the hate

      Flowing from their eyes.

      You dirty Jewish pigs!

      A woman was beating

      The truck with her purse

      Hoping to hit us.

      Our eyes met a second.

      I was scared, such hate!

      Suddenly a wad of spit

      Struck me in the face.

      I couldn't move to wipe it.

      My hands still held beneath

      The old lady who had fallen.

      Pushing, I couldn't move her.

      Maybe she was dead.

      I had to get her off.

      Something hit my side.

      It hurt! Again! Turning!

      A boy, younger than me,

      Was jabbing me with his stick.

      Filthy Jews! Scum diggers!

      Then he was lost in the crowd.

      Why do they hate us?

      We didn't do anything.

      More things were being thrown,

      But hitting the sides.

      Already we were passing them.

      Those behind us receiving more.

      She could hear them screaming

      When someone connected

      Delighting the crowd.

      Cheering, wanting more.

      Their hate controlling them.

      Will my Daddy find us?

      Scared, needing him,

      I hugged my mother.

      Sleeping through it all,

      She didn't see them.

      We left the town of hate.

      Ahead was a small hill.

      I could see the road

      Winding its way up.

      Leveling off at the top,

      I saw the barb wire fences.

      People were pressing against it

      Trying to see the trucks coming.

      They were awful looking.

      Their clothes were dirty rags,

      But it was their eyes

      That haunted me the most.

      Blank, with no life in them.

      Like zombies, staring out,

      Waiting only to die.

      My heart went out to them.

      The gates opened quickly,

      And the trucks entered.

      Stopping in front of them,

      "Are we getting out?

      Mother! Mother! Wake up!

      We're here! We have to go!

      Someone help me! I'm stuck!

      Get this old lady off!"

      But they all ignored me,

      Quietly leaving the truck.

      Please mother, they're going!

      Slowly she was moving,

      Allowing me to free one arm.

      Pushing hard, I had a leg out.

      Then the rest of me followed it.

      Mother was trying to stand.

      "Get out or stay!

      We have others

      Needing to board.

      Just leave them both!"

      Fear filled my heart.

      Pulling harder,

      I had my mother up.

      She almost fell.

      I was off the truck.

      Gripping her tight,

      Barely standing,

      I dragged her away.

      "Leave the Old Fart be!

      We needn't bother her!

      Put the others in!

      Let's get that truck moving!"

      Watching them boarding,

      Their faces hollow,

      Each drain of emotion,

      Following directions.

      I heard someone yelling.

      Feeling pain in my side,

      Pushing me forward.

      Quit your gawking! Move!

      Holding my mother,

      I followed the others

      Trying hard to catch up.

      The voice behind me

      Threatening to probe again.

      I could feel the hatred

      Being directed at me,

      Looking to hurt me some more.

      Why? What did I do?

      My father! Where was he?

      Did they arrest him too?

      Were they torturing him?

      I felt safer with the others.

      We were being led to a building

      With three walls. The fourth one was a tarp

      That closed off during the night.

      It served as a door now,

      And hung on two poles.

      The low flat roof sloped

      Quickly towards the back.

      You could walk in upright,

      But you had to stoop further in.

      There were things to lay on

      Scattered around on the dirt floor.

      Quickly I found one for my mother.

      She passed out, her face going white.

      Blood was flowing down her legs.

      I shouldn't have forced her to move.

      At first no one paid attention,

      Too busy fighting for

      The small treasures left behind

      By the former tenants.

      I was scared, doing my best.

      "My mother's bleeding!

      She's dying! Please!"

      Tears bursting out.

      Suddenly the room was quiet.

      Everyone feeling her pain,

      Drawing out their compassion,

      Fighting for possession ceased.

      One, stronger than the others,

      Stood up. She gently squeezed me.

      "I've had training, let me help.

      We need water. Go find some!"

      Someone handed me a can.

      I was running, taking it

      Through the tarp door, panicking,

      Water! Please! Where's the water!

      People on the compound

      Were moving away from me.

      None wanted the attention I drew.

      Maybe by the buildings.

      Searching, I spotted one.

      Almost there, tears streaming,

      Suddenly something cold

      Grabbed me by the arm.

      Frighten, I couldn't move!

      A German Officer

      Was glaring down at me.

      What are you doing here?

      "My Mother, she's dying.

      Please! I need water!"

      My voice trembling,

      I pleaded with my eyes.

      "The water is across the way.

      This is forbidden ground to you,

      But go ahead. Be quick

      Before I have you shot."

      Scrambling over,

      Pouring my water,

      Coming back, passing him,

      I thought I saw a smile.

      Crossing the compound

      I had a weird feeling

      He was watching me,

      But it didn't matter.

      I had my water

      That's all I wanted.

      Re-entering the hut,

      My mother was sleeping.

      "Good, you're back.

      Now we can clean her."

      Taking the water,

      She worked.

      Ten minutes later

      The nurse was tucking

      My mother in

      While I watched.

      She would live. I felt it.

      Clouds were coming in.

      It would be raining soon.

      The tarp was secured

      Making it pitch dark inside.

      Again, the squabbles started.

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