Those goons robbed her of all her beauty. They chopped her hair in the most pain-inflicting clumsiest manner they could, they stripped her of her feminine charms. What remained were scanty patches of dirty brown dark streaks of her mane.
They ripped off her ear lobes when she negated to offer them her diamond studs, those savages held no value for their lives.
She was clothed in ragged black and white vertical stripes as if she had wronged.
Shovel in hand, her petrified self toiled through the weight of her heavy snow. The blizzard froze her bones and blood...but she never ceased to work.
She was terrified. She could hear whips cracking behind her, guns blaring, the pain and anguish of her fellow Holocaust members. She could her the heavy boots of those nasty SS murderers in unified marches.
She worked like an animal night and day only to receive half a cup of foul rancid globs of porridge. At the end of her day, she would retrieve to her bunk, stone cold and damp in the crowded miserable tents of the Auschwitz concentration camps.
THE END
