toholdthemoon

  Ain't it alright? Yes. It's alright. Everything is just fine. Fine, finer then a nice summer's day, finer then breakfast at night, finer then.....it's not fine is it? Not okay at all. Her thick legs had gone to sleep and the pain that had started in her feet traveled up to her shins then her knees to her hips while her bones were grinding together. She's been standing there for days with gritty pavement wearing deeply through her feet. The slab of stomach that hung over the rope tied to her waist was bleeding and causing her horrible intestinal pain. The fat of her arms clapped against her sides every time dehydration shook her. Her hair w

We were best friends. Joseph, 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 but father- 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,