The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels

That's old, forgotten memory.

Old, rusty, memories that don't even open anymore.

"My dear sister."

I hear voices in the distance.

I know that's my sister's voice.

I have hands that touch my cheeks. Hands that are not my mother.

I know that's my sister's hand.

I had a brother.

My sister speaks. Talk about my sister.

"Remember, my sister. Whatever you forget. Even if I forget my own name. … please, I'm sure, don't forget"

My sister's voice tells me about a future I don't know.

As if it were an event that would always happen.

"Don't forget, my sister. Someday in the future, I will definitely help you, my brother's name."

My sister's arm holds my body.

As if you believe you will always have a hard time in the future you will always visit.

"... what's my brother's name"

"Hey, lady."

"… I, am"

Under the girl who forgot everything, there's only one thing left.