Someone Will Remember Us
Bex Greenberg
Bex Greenberg
Someone will remember us, even in a different time. Sweetly entangled in morning air, beneath the clouded sky. Pools of violet shadows live within her wonderstruck eyes, glancing around slowly, as though she is the Creator of this beautiful ground that she stands on. Her miraculous ivory skin pricked with cool blue veins below, like a frozen lake beneath a thin layer of snow. Crowned with fiery red strands of hair, framing her round soft face. Her collar bones bow beneath her shoulders, as her hand reaches for mine. Someone will remember us, even in a different time.
I follow her to a clearing inside her untouched wood. Fingers entwined like ivy, reaching towards her light. I feel pulled to her center, as though she is a sun. And I am a small rocky planet, grown by the warmth of her blood. There is no one else here but the Wind and the Trees. And the Pebbles and the Stream, babbling so loud to be seen. Her voice blends with the whisper of the raspy dried leaves,
“Come here, my Flower. Follow me.”
I wonder which Flower she believed me to be. Sleepy Lavender, vibrant Tulip, or something in between? I believe myself to be Daisy, common and mild. But I close my eyes and remember, someone will see us, in another time.
We will not have to hide, with only the Dirt to see us kneel below the Stars beaming down on us like lanterns in our very own sky. We will be heroes, not mice, in another time.
I follow her to a clearing inside her untouched wood. Fingers entwined like ivy, reaching towards her light. I feel pulled to her center, as though she is a sun. And I am a small rocky planet, grown by the warmth of her blood. There is no one else here but the Wind and the Trees. And the Pebbles and the Stream, babbling so loud to be seen. Her voice blends with the whisper of the raspy dried leaves,
“Come here, my Flower. Follow me.”
I wonder which Flower she believed me to be. Sleepy Lavender, vibrant Tulip, or something in between? I believe myself to be Daisy, common and mild. But I close my eyes and remember, someone will see us, in another time.
We will not have to hide, with only the Dirt to see us kneel below the Stars beaming down on us like lanterns in our very own sky. We will be heroes, not mice, in another time.
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Bex is a senior theatre major at the Lehigh Valley Charter High School for the Arts. She has not had a lot of experience sharing her writing, but hopes to start sharing more of her work.
Bex is a senior theatre major at the Lehigh Valley Charter High School for the Arts. She has not had a lot of experience sharing her writing, but hopes to start sharing more of her work.