Tag: Mya Hicks
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The Season of My Hibernation and Rebirth – Mya Hicks
My transformation began with a single wiry hair—long, grey, jagged at the end—sprouting from under my chin where the flesh is doughiest. I’d always uprooted these rogue hairs as soon as they reared their monstrous heads (as a girl I was taught to be meticulous when it came to my appearance) but on this day…
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All the world’s lights went out an hour ago – Renee Farrugia
The sky will be here soon. Parts of it have arrived early, embracing the outer neighbourhoods, Where the lawns were quilted in cockatoos. There’s nothing left there anymore. The clouds got here first, though. A few months ago. Stuffy, hot things, Swimming when I walk. Mountains have curled up and hidden, Whimpering beneath…