here lies two poems by lysz flo

Mausoleum

My mouth is a

Mausoleum




A beautiful construct

Where I house the ashes of

Love




My shame in its ceramic

Entrapment coveting the lid

With smiles that taste bitter

In my subconscious




Housing an expiration of liveliness

Bones dance

In the confines of secrecy




Never uttered

Pains shudder in the darkness

The light

is a festival of

mannequin like

Healing




Disdain loves here

Housing dying bouquets

Paying rent of all

The mourning I never allow myself

To cry aloud




There is no rebirth of innocence here

Simply the swallowing of who I never will be again




As I rest in the curves of peaceful

Silence - like a warrior after every death




Only the zombies

Of women past and present

know

What lies beneath

Fibroids

What do I do with a body

That attacks itself



Willing to decompose us both

Burst into an alien form



Willing to end

All that is us

Host and hunter



I have suppressed suffering

So long it has expanded

In my womb



To then be cut open

Extracting a mass of trauma

An expanding representative of misery



Sorrow looks like a

Grave

                               you never knew

Could be the very

Cocoon of your rebirth



Leaving all

That no longer

Serves you

behind

 

"Lysz Flo" is a trilingual writer of fiction and poetry writing as an only child she adopted pages as safe havens of conversation. She initiated her spoken word performances, in a slam at the Poetic Lakay in Little Haiti, to conquer her fear of public speaking in September 2015. Since then, she has performed on various open mics throughout South Florida including the RAW Miami Showcase. Lizz has self published her first poetry chapbook.

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Sophia Mihailidis