Poems and writings

On scars

CW: Uhhhh scars I guess?

Sometimes, the only thing I need to consolidate my identity as a physical nonhuman is looking down at my body and seeing its characteristics. For example, I have two giant scars on my back, one of them that crosses the entire skin (I had a heart and lung surgery when I was a baby). This particular scar is the one they made when they hid my wings under my skin. Yeah, sometimes I get them out, mostly when I'm alone, but most of the time they are pulsing and pushing against my skin.

My poor eyesight? My eyes were made to Watch long distances, of course they have trouble when being forced to Watch in a human environment.

My trembling talons when I have anxiety? My talons were made to rip through worlds, to walk through the code, the bits and the numbers and everything else.

All were made to make me who I am, a grounded Watcher, in this strange body, in which I have to live in.