I was recently inspired by some Holocaust books in class and decided to write a short piece of my own. Enjoy;)
You are at sea – the sea of disease. The
taste of bitter sorrow, saltiness, floods your mouth as you trudge through the
murky weeds and muck, the innumerable little cascades over slate-grey rocks.
Strands of tattered squares of fabric lie soaked in the blood and mud. The
clouds drift with icy, unnatural slowness through the dark skies above you.
Only your heavy breathing and the rain hammering down upon the ground like the
relentless drumming of nails can be heard in this interminable silence.
But wait. Could it be your sixth sense? You hear moans all around
you, fear all around you, death all around you. The woeful cries of the lost
begin to rage with the tempestuous waves of mist. A surge of devastation washes
over you as the gravel growls underneath the dead-still corpses, bones, ashes,
mounted high. You smell the putrid, odour of limbs reeking of death. Terror,
thick and deep creeps upon you. You cannot draw your eyes from this horrific
sight; could we be so cruel? Could we have really caused all this?
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. You plunge yourself onto the damp earth,
feeling the water seeping through your clothes. A gold pocket watch glistens in
the soil, still beating with life. The hour hand points to seven -- identical
to your wristwatch. Bleeding hearts, deep wounds, scars, quarrels… Time due
time, with only due time, will heal.
