my grandmother was born somewhere between romania and transylvania
i do not know much else about her
but i know
she had one older brother
she had bright blue eyes
(like my brother)
and her father died when she was too young
(just like mine did)
my grandmother was sent to auschwitz.
she watched her mother get sent to her death.
her life was saved by a nurse
whose name she never knew.
she met the love of her life in a dp camp
and she moved to canada not speaking english
and just five years later
she had a son
(and then three more)
and she was happy.
i do not know much about my grandmother
i don’t know her birthday or her hometown
or what she sounded like when she laughed
i don’t even know the number that was tattooed on her arm,
her reminder that she made it out of hell alive.
but i do know that only two things
truly separate me from my grandmother,
and they are
time and circumstance
and nothing in this world scares me more than that.
I wrote this as part of a poetry suite for my writing lab, and i thought that today, yom hashoah, would be a good time to share it with you all. my grandmother lived a good life after the holocaust. at the time of her death, she had four sons and thirteen grandchildren. now, her legacy is two sons, fifteen grandchildren and 2 great-grandchildren; her great-granddaughter bears her name. my zeida, he’s still alive, though his dementia is so bad he can no longer communicate at all. he and my grandmother were so incredibly in love, so incredibly happy, and they lived with daily reminders of the atrocities they survived. we can never forget, because we cannot allow the same horrors to be relived. i can never forget because it is a horror that flows through my blood and makes up my atoms.
Thinking of getting a tattoo of lucille & the colt. Thoughts?
Hey…if that’s what you wanna do go right on ahead, but I personally wouldn’t get them simply because 1 - I’m too much of a perfectionist when it comes to tattoos. If I see that one line is messed up or crooked I would be so disappointed. 2 - It’s just Lucille and the colt…I would probably get a tattoo of something else tbh. 3 - I personally don’t want tattoos as of now, but if that’s what you wanna do go right on ahead.
Make sure you get a good artist though because one time I was with a friend when she was getting her tattoo and the guy verbally said “oh shit” and I looked over and the lines of the anchor were all sorts of fucked…Like one sharp point of the anchor was thin while the other was thick af.
Hello yes brain, I know I have ten million ideas surrounding LeBlanc and it’s almost midnight. Like the lines under her eyes? You know what they represent? The tears of those who died in order to form the Black Rose into the organization it’s members know today. Emilia LeBlanc respected the deaths of her fellow mages and tattooed the lines beneath her eyes to show her loyalty and undying appreciation for what they did, one of the few actions of generosity she will ever display to anyone.
Spring. Taisho Era Japan, 1920. There is a small percentage of the population that is born with mysterious, magical tattoos. When these people find each other, an inexplicable feeling runs down their spine and they somehow know the other person is just like them—especially if the tattoos have a pre-determined affinity to each other.
That is exactly how Kageyama, the young noble, and Hinata, the blacksmith’s son, met.
A commission by @naydeity, whose gorgeous style is very dear to my heart.