I want my wings back
I dont care how much it hurts
Being without them hurts more
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I want my wings back
I dont care how much it hurts
Being without them hurts more
my body is not my own. it never has been
the "boy" who grew up in it died nearly 9 years ago
i was the thing that survived
i changed it to fit my desires, i think she would have liked that at least
but it will never be enough
it can't ever be enough
this hollow cage of bone and sinew could never match my form
and yet, i have no presence outside of it
a stranger in the skin i inhabit
a non entity in the mind i share
then what exactly am i?
i can't see inside, if someone else became "host" would i just cease to exist?
maybe that would be better
but then i'd be consigning one of them to my fate, to lose the identity of what makes them real
maybe this is better after all
maybe this is what i'm here for
to bear the burden so they don't have to
not a person
a shield against the horror of unreality
a walking contridiction, who knows exactly what she should be, but is nothing surrounded by everything, inside and out
I will never be whole.
it's 3:38 am, i should be asleep.
but noooo, brain says it's "be sad about your wings"-o clock.
Today is not a good day to be stuck in the wrong body...
The gender thing was fine, I can change that.
But I will always be without my wings, I'll never fly as I should be able to, the closest I can get is dealing with the metalic scream of a rollercoaster as I'm shoved along a predetermined arc.
I want to glide, to ride the airstreams, I want to bank and soar and spin as my wings guide me where I need.
This plane is, not so kind as to allow that. Even if my wings are their full size where to grow spontaneously today, my body would still be too heavy to fly, my flesh too thick, my bones too dense.
I want out of the prison that is "me"
Getting real bad phantom limb in my wings this morning.
Like, good fucking gods they're so tense and I can't fucking stretch them aaaaaaaaa.
I need a godsdamned wing massage...
Where are my wings?
where are my wings
where are my wings
where are my wings
where are my wings
where are my wings
where are my wings
where are my wings
where are my wings
where are my wings
where are my wings
where are my wings
where are my wings
WHO FUCKING TOOK THEM
My whole body is cramped.
My wings push at my skin.
My claws push as my fingertips.
My form compressed to half its size just to fit in to this prison.
I can feel the blood in my body.
I can feel the beating of the thing that should have stopped centuries ago.
My body is too warm.