Concentration camp

I want to paint- babies crying like an air raid, a smell of gas from the showers stuck at the back of my throat and clouds crying tears as the bombs fly over 


I want to paint- my beautiful home getting burnt in the fire, my heart sank as i got chucked in the rusty gates and the taste of salty tears running down my face 


I want to paint- the grumpy guards yelling, “ get off me you  jewish kid”, my heart racing like a leopard in a race,  an Anderson Shelter getting bombed like a statue. 


I want to paint- the end of the war. 

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