Mr Schachter Poem

. . . more than one woman of delicate nerves was forced to leave the

“Wedded to her in lust…. Terror…. Jack was on top of the sow, stabbing downward with his knife. Roger found lodgment for his point and began to push till he was leaning with his whole weight…. Terrified squealing became a high pitched scream.”

The grasp on the girl’s face grew unbearable, and with teary eyes, her mouth was popped open, the feel of the glass container neck spreading chills throughout her. Burning clear

. . . more than one woman of delicate nerves was forced to leave the

My heart leapt in my throat- I did my best to try and regulate my breathing so I wouldn’t give away my position with massive, choking gulps of air. Closing my eyes, I tried to re-collect blissful memories, ones that were far away from this state of affairs. I couldn’t calm down; this was so bad- what was I going to do? His steps were getting closer; they were getting louder. I panicked, I panicked.

A trickle of fear had her lying motionless with her eyes closed, straining to hear the slightest noise. A deep sigh of regret and the pressure of a body by her side made her acutely aware that she wasn’t alone.

A loud piercing scream, hit my ears. It was me. I screamed and screamed. I punched in the walls and let my body shake until there was nothing left to do. My throat was raw and my eyes were wild, inhumane. Soon I turned upon Heath and Clarice, who were standing there, gripping each other in fear. The terror of the creature that they thought they knew so well was suffocating them, closing around their lungs.

. . . more than one woman of delicate nerves was forced to leave the

“I heard her crying out.” (11) This was like music to his ears. He ran to the bedroom window where they were, but the curtains and window was closed. This was a major let down. He had put in a lot of late nights and missing his bus to miss this.

Sitting here alone at breakfast wondering where my sister could’ve gone, “I don’t know where my sister is, my friend is gone, I’ve only got myself,” this was the first thing that came to my mind while I was sitting in the back of the cafeteria,while I prayed. I pray that my sister is doing well, I pray that each child at this camp will soon see their family once more and I pray that one day each Jew will finally be free. Ring! Ring! Ring! Those were the bells that rang when we had to get to work. As I was digging the same smell from the fire returned, it was difficult to breath when the fog was coming my way and at that moment I knew that in the fire was the smell of burning children, my heart began to beat fast, I started to sweat and

Suddenly, a scream louder than a dog barking for food could be heard. She turned around and there she was. Her daughter.

All was still. She continued to sit there, lifeless. This puzzled me because even from afar, her distressed body convulsed with such great force that it even made me shudder in fear. What could have been so terrifying that it leads her into loud sighs of defeat? She leaned back into her rusty and squeaky chair, rowing her body back and forth. She seemed helpless, face filled with utter sorrow; I had pity on this poor thing. Another endless sighs of defeat. She stood up ever so quickly, almost knocking the stack of dusty papers off the dustless table, and began to dance. It was quite awful—her dancing. Not to mention that her defeated sighs morphed into unpleasant and cacophonous shrieks of melodic tune. Although she sang, her signs of distress

Harmonia looked in the stove, but when she did she almost burnt her face off. The stove had something in it, but it wasn’t cooking. She heard the boys screaming.

All I could hear were her screams, I could not handle it. Being stuck here and not being able to help or save her. I paced around the room nervously, after Gabriela had untied my arms. There has to be a way out, I have to find a way out.

She was blubbering something incoherent. My sympathy was at its limit, just as it had been for the other children slated for extermination. The girl’s sobs echoed throughout the room, and I anticipated the approach of a guard who placed a firm hand on the girl’s shoulder, just as he had done to the other children.