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Jan 2020

My skin,  
is alight.  
My fur, singed
like the surrounding brush
of my home
and your home (and their home)
Each breath
and step  
that I take  
secures a winded grip  
from within my chest
as the crackled
orange embers, spread  
their scorching grasp
across the rest,  
of my feeble body.  
–For a moment–  
I, am picked up
in a heated embrace,  
then dropped
like a child  
gets disinterested  
with one toy
before pillaging
to the next.  


This isn’t a warm hug-   

We’re burning.
Their climate crisis, is our climate crisis too.
Written by
Sydney V  20/F/Wisconsin
         Sehar Bajwa, Max Neumann, Carlo C Gomez, ---, ottaross and 5 others
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