On day five after my parents took away my depression medication, I sat in class staring listlessly. Everything my teacher said about the lesson slammed against the wall in my brain blocking out my will. I heard none of it. Cared even less.
Upon the inside of my arm, I copied out fragments of sigils from a library book. Piecing them together to say what I needed.
I am free from depression and anxiety attacks.
Blowing the ink dry, I hoped this worked. If it didn’t, something else would have to give. I was afraid that something would be me.
Note: this story is not based on the writer’s experience.
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Little Blue Marble 2022: Warmer Worlds
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The last eight years have been the warmest on record.
Little Blue Marble‘s anthology of speculative climate fiction and poetry from an international slate of authors mourns and hopes in equal measure for the fate of our world and its ecosystems.
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