Magnolia Lafleur

-ONE MUST GO BEYOND TO BECOME-

Sometimes I stand in one place,
but I am not there
In this place,
you do not know me.

Here, my blood boils between sighing senses and a sewn In gut
Like cats teeth
I gnaw and claw at my weakest strands
Pulling apart the places where I failed to take a stand.

I stand heart swelling between my pores
pushing
this scared crows beak through atmospheric places fighting for MORE!

Ruin and rapture, left to swim amongst the stars I soar.

As my lips peel themselves around
Paradoxical pastries pleasurable and poisonous

It is my insides that hemorrhage rabid &  boisterous.

Adom split, I am divided by three

Frozen shelled it’s my soul that screams FREE!

Pouting, swollen in arrogance
It bleeds through my eyes
Where I remain is far from where my soul flies.

And as I sink beneath the graveled earth, devoured
by swallowing mud and loving larva

it’s Mozart’s beak that reminds me of Nirvana

Flapping feathers furrowed then freed above
fluffy mounds of blushed cotton,
Breeze brushing backwards beyond dreams begotten.
Tonight I dream of leaving it all, of basking in the forgotten.

And in that warm, dusk kissed light,
Horizon stretched
My insanity is etched
A thicket of desires beating through pounds of flesh.

Thirsting for resurrection, I stop only to drink from my own reflection.

Still stood, cold framed
Purged
And sweaty
I soar with Mozart, extending myself, creating compositions, rubbed and ready

Violent they’ve become sharpened steal pointed and pinning
Forcing me to go to the beginning.

And in the beginning, “the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep.”
My veins weep as my breath, it leaps beyond this eternal sleep.

Sometimes I stand in one place,
but I am not there
In this place,
you do not know me.

But should you look upon my pushed past in present face

There you’ll find, entombed inside gorged lids, my soul, the God of impenetrable space.  

By: Magnolia Lafleur