I saw a dove and now I have grown wings inside my ribs all at once of old hunger. They are useless for leaving but perfect for staying.

I saw a dove sitting on the sidewalk like it owned the afternoon, pecking at nothing important and I could not stop staring at it. It did not look sacred or symbolic or anything dramatic. Just small. Alive in a careless way I forgot was possible. I think something in me shifted right there, like a locked joint finally cracking open after being still too long. I keep telling myself I did not change, that I am still the same body with the same hunger humming under my teeth but it feels like I grew wings somewhere nobody can see. Not feathered, not holy, not even useful. A strange lightness pressing against my ribs like my chest is trying to remember how breathing used to matter. The dove flew away after a minute with a quick burst of motion and gone, and I stayed there feeling stupid for caring about a bird that would not live long enough to remember me anyway. My hands were still, which is unusual. Usually I fidget or pick at something or feel that restless pull in my fingers, but they just hung there, useless. A dragonfly drifted low over the pavement, its wings catching the sunlight in thin flashes, and I found myself stepping back so the shadow of my body would not cross and scare it away. I do not usually step back. I usually move closer. The feeling in my chest would not settle, not painful, not hunger, just this thin floating sensation like missing a step in the dark but never landing. I tried to ignore it. I kicked a pebble across the pavement. I counted passing cars. I even checked my pulse out of habit, slow and steady and wrong as always. Still there was this strange pause inside me, like my body forgot what it normally does when something small and breakable is within reach and I did not know what to do with my hands except keep them to myself, which honestly scared me more than anything else. That is new and I’m terrified.

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