Sliding into another ashy alley,
Shifting with the shadows,
Rain splattered over his tears.
“HALT!”
Never.
He fled, leaving her pale with a word, pulling on chapped lips: “Aspetti.”
But
he would not
could not.
As he twisted to see the looming pawns of persecution advance behind her,
he hit heavy arms sewn with Swastikas.
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