With the hazy Catskill morning drifting in through my sheer curtains, I step into my new sundress. Ivory cotton with yellow flowers all across it, it looked as Summery as I knew today was going to be. With a pair of patent shoes over my white knee socks and my…

18 I’ve been aching to fly for days, now. I’ve needed the wind in my wings, for the world and my troubles to be far below. But now that I’m up here with the ruins of the atheneum still visible behind me as a column of smoke scratched across the…

If you would like to read from the beginning, click below: A Brush with Secrets He’s fucking me. It hurts. I love it.medium.com 15 I finally trudge back to the camp, having collected the waterskins from between the shredded fronds of the plant that had attacked me and washed and filled them. I’m wearing Tocca’s tunic as a dress that barely covers…

If you would like to read from the beginning click below: A Brush with Secrets He’s fucking me. It hurts. I love it.medium.com 11 Of course, I now can’t take my long cloak and hood to the jungle with me. Scuth Boudi will likely recognise it with my little beak poking out from beneath and see the bird who stroked herself while…

If you’d like to read from the beginning, click below: A Brush with Secrets He’s fucking me. It hurts. I love it.medium.com 7 I want to fly so badly, to take to the sky and never come back to the archipelago, to never see the palms again, to never see the faces of disgust and shame that will surely be turned on…

He’s fucking me. It hurts. I love it. A caw of surprise and hunger escapes me. This shouldn’t be. That a bird and a mammal should be like this is forbidden. Our anatomies don’t work together. I’ve been told over and over since I was a chick. …