Talking Frank
she hid
like a little mouse
with windows barred
to block the light
and peering eyes
she grew
in that sunless
cage
from adolescent dreams
to a women's longing
fought with insecurity
penning her
hopes
on humanity
that had drifted away
she wrote
with anticipation
filled with yearning
to understand
such cruelty
with no answers
she searched
why
what had they done
would they ever know
in the night they came
with weapons fixed
swinging slurs
to wound
her soul
they gave her a star
and a ticket
to take a train
new adventures
from which she'd never
return
the star soon replaced
by numbers
carved into
tender skin
and she cried
for her father
she was the child
of her mother
and of her mother's mother
she was the remains
of sanity
she stared at the camp
not a children's thing
with ponies and playgrounds
but with gas chambers
and crematoriums
and she cried
for herself
for her family
and for the world
as they led her inside
she penned last words
still trying
to understand
through her tears
but there was to be
no understanding
and in the end
they laid her bones
uncerimoniously in pits
filled to the brim
with lost dreams
lost lives
and failed hope...
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