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[tinpra]

My wings ache.
I feel them under my skin.
Waiting for release.
Longing to be stretched.
Desperate for use, for movement;
for flight, for sky;
for resisting, lifting, weightless wind and air.

I feel their feathers tickling the flesh under my skin.
My ribs are grazed and burned.
My back is heavy with their weight.
My legs tense trying to contain the leap for the sky.

I long for the sky.
To be bathed in the sun.
For my wings to be free.
To feel the power of them in my body.

I would be free of the itch and the burn and the ache.
I would drink of the sunshine and the wind and the rain.
And when I'd land, I would laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh.

[1 p.m.-ish, written during lunch]