It rose like the sun
Spreading from corpse to corpse
Charming the skin a coal black
Spraying yellow orange flames
And speeding the decay
Hiding evidence of death
But I can not turn my eyes away
For the fire holds me to
And eats the skin off my bones
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryThis is three poems that I made for a Holocaust project in school. I presented them and all my teachers that I showed told me to get it published but I don't know how to do that so this is my way of publishing it. :)
