About the Winged Ones | by Laura Nováková
I take a breath and just see where it goes from there.
Something to think about ever since you’re born – would it kill you?
A butterfly got caught on the windshield. Wings bent, over and over again, I want to help, no choice but to sit and stay, let it pass. Birds of a feather lose feathers but on that one walk, I found them ripped out with the skin. Flesh holding it together; on your path, calls of ravens shrieking of unbeaten hearts. I’m afraid to dream - I’ll end up hung. Daydreams, the ones in the night – wildflowers, sit and stay, let life pass. I take a breath and just see where it goes from there. I speak and get stuck in the atmosphere, arms and legs flailing between my words, descent without breaking. Effort can breed a catastrophe, too.
The children pinch butterfly’s wings between their fingers - big bad world they spawned into. I took one home as a child, caged it for myself; I stared at a huge statue of an angel made out of metal wires. I was a chapel.
Laura Nováková is a writer based in a village called Banská Belá in Slovakia. She is 23 and both studied Economics and Performing Arts at university. She started writing when she was a child and developed at university thanks to a Creative Writing module, where she actually wrote About the Winged Ones. Laura dabbles in different art forms, such as acting or directing, but in her soul, first and foremost, she is a writer. This is her first official publication with, hopefully, many more to follow, as she is working on books (poetry and prose), a play and even a movie script!
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