Originals In

By Polly Morgan 'We poured our unruly flesh into rigid structures, coiled up tight and locked the door. Some of us got bruised ribs just from breathing, others had room to get fat. Seams squeaked with the dual desire to fit in and stand out. Contorting awkwardly to meet ever-evolving social strictures, our avatars took over; slicker and quicker than we could ever hope to be. Was your home a sanctuary or a snake pit? And which of us were venomous anyway? Was the threat greater outside or in? We wanted to be protected, attack, hide, reveal ourselves, scare and delight. But we never cracked. Or did we? Watch closely as we hatch.'