April 15, 2026 / 1 Minute Read

the wings

Wow.

I never thought falling to my death would be so slow. 

I mean, I’ve never really thought about falling to my death in general, but still. 

They were right, your life really does flash before your eyes. 

Yet, despite the multitude of frames in my tragically short story, I can’t help but focus on that day. 

Some kids are born with a strange birthmark or an outie belly button. 

I was born with wings.

I used to fly around a lot as a child.

At least before the persecution started.

It took years of begging, but my mom finally let me get them removed. 

And for a while, I was normal. 

I thought I was happy.

I thought they were worth it.

But now I’m not so sure. 

I guess it doesn’t matter anymore…