Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
Where I can feel at home…
I arrange the setting outside, we have unicorn cake and fizzy grape juice, the drink I loved in childhood, my very own permitted wine. I smile at you as we seat ourselves, this sunlight is painfully glaring, but, I adore this quaint set up, it’s perfect for you and I. We sit and [...]
I am delighted by the gift you gave to me, it’s not ordinary, it’s holy and it’s beautiful to me. It’s something which sings of praises both far and wide, a little figurine set, a nativity scene. I’ve never owned one before though I know the tale well, such beauty, adoring Mary, [...]
I reach into the depths of myself and pluck that certain something which makes me Me, beneath the surface I am swimming, searching for something that signifies, which best expresses my essence. Is it that particular pitch of laughter which resonates within you? That characteristic flick of hair out of my eyes because I [...]
The roast looks magnificent, I can almost taste the glistening juice, dripping down the sides as though there is no other place for it but before our hungering eyes. I see you practically salivating opposite me, between us the roast is perched quite perfectly, a distraction, a piece of meat to catch your eyes, [...]
Here I float, in this ether of dreamy fluffiness, in this air of pillowy indefiniteness, where I am swimming, arm over arm I transport my body, less than willing from the beginning, where did it start? it’s all so blurry. The billowing surroundings breathe around my form as though they are carefully brushing, [...]
Photo: Pexels.com You take that tape of reel to reel and remind me that its presence is real, the details tracked, the history to be assumed is bright and colourful, but darling, can you promise it won’t leave this room? You promise me, you assure me, that the secrets won’t leave your lair, and [...]
Photo by Renato Abati on Pexels.com I sit back and wonder to myself, who you all are, where you come from, how you’re feeling, what brings you to my world? I wish I could see each of your faces, greet you with happiness for allowing me a portion of your day where I can [...]
She’s a lollipop, worth a dime, that sticky sweet treat. Delicious to unwrap, what a delight, open her while you wear that great smile, I snatch her from you, I want to make her mine. Her head’s engorged, but, isn’t that the point? Her body and arms twiglike, where are her curves? And [...]
Instagram: @alicewellart Dead eyes stare beyond the fronds, dead dead dead. Their pupils are like empty saucers, entrances into another vacuous underworld. Knock knock on their doors, your fist will rap, triple tap, tap, tap, the entrances somehow welcome us, they gather our motivations somehow. Hear the lashes rustling as eyelids mechanically blink, [...]
Me on a swing, How much I feel so gloriously young and free. The air rushes against my face, Breathless I am, breathtaking, I am amazed, At how simple a pleasure can be. When I swing high and low and higher still, And my tippie toes reach, reach, reach, inches higher, More, moreeeee, [...]
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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