I enter Auschwitz 1.
Apprehensive crunches with every step.

I stand in a gas chamber.
Fully clothed.
With oxygen flowing freely.

I stand on a spot where thousands have stood before me.
But I'm able to make an exit,
Yet I'm rooted to the floor,
Transfixed with horror.
I feel like the last remaining tree,
surrounded by a forest of death.

Deforestation makes me sick.

*

Birkenau has a secret
that it doesn't want to tell.
A broken ending stood still.

The arches.
The ruins.
The tracks.
Thuds of reality slapping my face.

Stood inside the bleak barracks,
our guide asks us
"Imagine what it would like to be here -
What you'd see,
smell,
hear."

My eyes widen open in a scream,
they sting, fighting back at the image conjured within my mind.
I take a sharp breath
and close my eyes.

I am scared.

A spray of saliva flies from your mouth,
like a anger-ridden ocean storm,
Eyes widening white with an unfathomable rage,
You're like an ugly monster trapped in a cell.
"Are you claustrophobic dear monster?
Tell me is that the reason you shriek,
like an amplified agonised bird?"

I avoid your mouth,
because every time I cross its path,
it spits out vicious flames which burn my senses,
and I fail to recognise who you are.

You spout once again, a ham-handed lie,
which stutters and stumbles from your lips.
But my dear, never again will they feel mine.

Uncontrollable rage shudders through my body,
Anger pulsates quickly through my veins,
turning my blood to lava
I am the radiator of fury.

I feel the power rushing to my hand
and it explodes, hitting your face,
my eruption throwing you to the ground,
teaching you your place.

I am no puppet,
no longer can you mould, manipulate, mangle my mind.

And there lies a beautiful burn on the side of your face.
It still glows with my fire.
No amount of water can put it out.

I never loved you.
But I love the mark I left.

It's a shame no one called the ******* collectors,
they left your mouth beside the pavement.

Sickly, sticky-sweet syrup
oozes into our minds,
unbeknownst to us, so vulnerable.
We are painted the perfect picture,
sneak peaks of Utopia;
and are kept locked away by a camera lens.
Agonised and deliberated over,
by those who seek a fairy tale to repair a torn away heart.

Take a Lollipop with a wink,
Break up those four letters
and attack them with a recipe preached by idols,
two spoonfuls of lust,
a pinch of promiscuity,
and, (if you're really ravenous,)
finish with a sprinkle with insatiability.
Greedily we gluttonous Gannets
eat and eat and eat,
until the idea of right and wrong flies off the end of the scales.

Discover me using your own map;
And pick me,
and make me your favourite chocolate,
Throw away the box.
I'll be your smooth praline,
your sweet Turkish delight,
your bitter liqueur
all in one bite.

Love me: Dust me in a gentle coating of sugar.
Don't drown me in treacle.
Enjoy me: Dip me in dark chocolate.
No need to top me with whipped cream.

Heart dashing, as fast as its strings can beat,
Desperate to catch up,
Breath catching,
Not realising you are on my tail,
Closer.
Cheeks flooding with crimson,
Aching all over from pain,
I don't want to win this race.

I'm caught, tackled, I begin fall to the ground.
I look up seeing you-
the surprise thunders through me,
the shock wave crashes over my body.

I'm falling,
falling with you,
within you,
You.
So beautiful.
I'm falling in love with you.

I smile to see where we landed, cushioned within the grass.
We landed across the finishing line together.

Turn me inside out,
Learn the way I tick.
Unveiled. Naked. Vulnerable.

I am an open book,
You could recite my story by heart,
and be the holder of the pen.

You write delicate words,
across my pages,
filling them with colour.

Unveiled? Naked? Vulnerable?
No.

Take this crown,
And wear it with pride,
For you are the holder of my trust.

I could swim in those pensive pools of blue,
for infinite amounts of time, and never tire.
I stare into the clear water, and I see my reflection:
a bold curl of a smile, desperate to boast its pride to the world.

Looking into your eyes.

I could trace my hands over your lips, which are as soft
as fresh grass covered with petals,
Continually,
and never become bored.
A rich garden of beauty to explore.

The wind stirs, uplifted,  and I feel the petals and grass sway,
in the shape of a secret smile

I can feel you smiling.