Damia, Earth

Damia’s call to the wild was nothing but her heart’s beat, pulsing debt and bad credit. The red of unpaid which she tried to soothe by slowing her breath down to the rhythm of a youtube guided meditation. She should have said she would default this month. Arranged to pay at a later date. But her silence had left her tapping out distress signals, narrating her mental health in response to threatening emails. She hoped the penny in her purse would become a pound. Though this alchemical miracle would not suffice, its promise made light of the purse sprung in her grip.