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Ib - Remembered Portrait Ch 1
I didn't realize how much time has actually passes by
The only motive that I had here was to get us out of here alive. But now us was not part of the plan anymore.
Mary stood there holding a crimson red rose, Ib's crimson red rose. And a simple line would change everything, a simple action could change everything.
"But, I do like blue better." She said ginning. Ib said nothing, for I know what she wanted. This fake girl wanted my rose. And the way she twirled Ib's rose around carelessly waiting for an answer. Ib's eyes widened with every twirl she made.
I pushed you aside as I handed her my sapphire rose. "I'll give you mine if you give me Ib's." Her face lightened, she got the answer she wanted, she was going to get what she had planned to get.
"Oh,Really?? Thank you." After we exchanged roses, she gave a twisted smile and went off running. The way she held the rose made me feel week already.
"Here you go Ib." I turned to her with a bright smile and handed her, her rose.
Ib - Remembered Portrait Ch 2
"Welcome back." I noticed my sister? I had an older sister? I don't remember if I had one or not, I feel like I didn't but, then again.
"Come on Ib, let's go to a café now." She sounded so cheery and excited, but did I have a sister? I kept on asking myself the same question over and over again that same day. I couldn't think at the café. So mother and father went on ahead and picked something out for me.
As we started to head home I didn't once open the bag mother and father gave me. I held it in my hand and felt like I was missing something.
"Are you ok, Ib?" My sister which her name that has not been remembered yet stares at me, with an innocent expression, but the more I noticed , it wasn't innocent. I saw envy and worry, not the caring kind of worry. But the kind of worry that if it was at the right level would make someone go insane.
"No, I'm alright." She stared at me with the same look, and it was starting to scare me.
"Well alright if you say
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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