Nika FitzGerald

We Broke The Earth

In January the birds fell from the sky like fat, melancholy raindrops. In January the floods stole my family. In January Mother found me lying twisted on the cold concrete floor. News articles flashed through my head, permanently seared into my mind: “Climate change is amplifying deadly heatwaves”, “Sweltering temperatures melting permafrost across Siberia”, “Floods worsened by climate change”.