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Heil HitlerWe were best friends.
with his dark curls and brown eyes.
But he left one day
when the skies were dim,
and the clouds cried cold empathetic tears.
I didn't see him leave
he said it was for the Führer,
because my friend wasn't like us.
How was he different?
I found out after blowing out the nine candles on my cake that year,
when the uniforms and swastikas showed up.
"True German boys,"
they growled at us,
"Are the ones to succeed."
And so they welcomed me with open arms
full of prejudice and discrimination,
lusting to recruit me as Hitler Youth.
Joseph used to wear a Star of David around his neck,
but he stopped when people on the street started to salute,
A family down the street was taken
by those boot-wearing men.
I told my father I knew Joseph's family was like theirs,
and that the boot-wearers came for him, too.
I never got a response-
Father glanced at me through his spectacles
and resumed examining the letters
of the newest, juiciest words
HeartacheThe fact remains
that you're on my mind,
skating round and round
carving circles into the ice,
traveling down to my heart
where you sit
sinking into my organs.
And I ache
for what I can't have,
what's out of my reach,
what's part of my dreams...
Stuck The car sputtered and shook as it came to an almost silent stop. The engine had gone silent as the horn beeped loudly through the dark night. The orange gas light blinked mockingly at the woman behind the wheel. It was making fun of her; she knew it was making fun of her. Grabbing the black cellular phone on the passenger seat, she looked at it with full intention of calling somebody to come help her.
“Oh, what the hell?!”
The “no service” sign was mocking her at the same exact time. The horn beeped loudly as she slammed her head against it once again. The day was out to get her in general. She had arrived at all her classes late, and her son was sick with the flu. The babysitter was able to watch him as she went to her late night classes. Giving a heavy sigh, she lifted her head off the wheel to look out the window. Drops of water pooled on the windshield as rain started to fall in a pitter-patter pattern. She didn’t quite understand the message th
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