Content warning: on-page death
In the guise of your front door, I awaited your return home.
For weeks, I’d lurked there. You’d turned my limb shaped like your doorknob, not noticing the slight give to the bronze. You’d hung your Christmas wreath on the red door of my tongue, missing my fetid breath.
You’d missed my eye watching you from within the peephole.
But tonight, you staggered up the porch, tipsy with New Year cheer. Full of delicious, fermented chemicals.
Unable to contain myself anymore, I draped my enormous tongue over you and slurped you right up.
Cheers to a new year.
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Little Blue Marble 2022: Warmer Worlds
Featuring “I Hope This Email Does Not Find You!”
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.
May these visions of the future inspire collective action before climate chaos becomes irreversible.
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