FRAGILE
BY: OUTLAW-2
Who am I?; Raquel Schmidt,
What am I?; a human being,
How did I?; I can never reason why I survived,
Why do they?; years ago, my parents died.
My body; frail and weak,
The cause; the Chernobyl blast,
Temperature; abnormally freezing,
Conversation; moaning and wheezing.
Warmth; scalding and painful,
Blood; dribbling in cupfuls,
Operation; one after another,
I felt; like a puppet.
Hellena; I saw in my dreams,
Telling me; a hint about what was ahead,
Swastika; slipped away from my sight,
Fear; struck from inside.
Reverberations; haunting, screaming,
Atmosphere; grimy, unsanitary,
The place; I have been to,
A voice; I thought I knew.
I turned; a girl stared at me,
I swore; I knew her name,
Tessa; a long lost friend,
Wait; or was it more than that?
Determined; I tried to sit up,
Belts; prevented me from moving,
I mouthed; Tessa, I am here,
No reply; I fear.
Whispers; I heard,
Tessa; was experimented,
Coma; she fell into,
I swear; over my soul onto.
Six years; was her slumber,
Ironically; I managed to recover,
Blank eyes; Tessa possessed,
Grey eyes; I acquired.
Memory; I began to remember,
1993; the exact year I first saw her,
Location; a specific park,
The place; it was never dark.
A Katzbalger; I grasped,
Clothing; I wore it,
A Mauser C96; I clenched,
Tessa; please remember me.
For one reason; I am all alone,
I do not want to lose; anyone I knew,
For all I am; I am still fragile,
Tessa Schneider; please recognize me.
Â…Raquel SchmidtÂ…