~Tristen Moran, Class of 2025

Shattered 

Deported. Shattered.
”Fire! I see fire! I see a fire!” There was nothing.
Her sobs and screams became hysterical.
It was thought she was possessed by some evil spirit.
She had received several blows to the head, blows that could have been lethal.
A few more days and all of us would have started to scream.
”Auschwitz”
Nobody had ever heard of that name.
This was the final destination.