As an Otherkin being who often experiences phantom wings, I want to be able to fly and be free again. This comes with some more negative thoughts, however, and this story explores how it affects me.
I wrote this as a vent and a way of encouraging myself to keep on going, so it isn't really meant to be that good. I'm only posting it in case someone else can connect to it and be motivated to keep living.
Cover art by me, tw for suicidal thoughts.
Edit from the future: Since writing this I have realized the phantom limbs I felt on my back were not wings, but tentacles from being kin with Nightmare Sans. I am going to leave this up, however, in case anyone is able to connect to it.
Edit #2: I do have phantom wings! They're feathered wings from being kin with a winged version of Ink Sans.