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 Ruslana Nova is a writer and a trained actress from Slovakia, who started writing as a child. She has a BA in Performing Arts, where she completed a creative writing module. That is where 'About The Winged Ones' was born. Her poem 'Instigator' was written when she was 16. Together, they are her first publications.
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