Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
A corner of my world where I feel most at home
Glowing, an inner shine, an expression of iridescence, skin glimmers with sparkles which fly. Within I feel this glow, this feverish warmth of mine, within I experience this flushed state, it is magic, so utterly divine. My heart blossoms in my chest, it is blooming, an unravelling rose which calls to the world [...]
I wish I could write of beauty and wonder, and perfection, if it existed, but I don’t believe I have it within me, my words come out as harsh and grating. Instead, my confessionals are here to behold, laid out upon the table, endless pages scattered, ink haphazardly scrawled. Some stains are crimson, [...]
I don’t remember precisely what it feels like because when one is psychotic, a patient can be so utterly unwell. But I will attempt, I will try to recall, for the sake of this exercise I will do my best to delve and reveal all. What I do know is the creative juices flow, [...]
Monday draaags himself in, he doesn’t want to be here, other Mondays wave from behind stern mugs of coffee, they also don't wish to be here. Sunday and Saturday had the time of their lives the previous days, they celebrated and socialised in a manner that really was purely wholehearted in so many ways. [...]
The doctor gestures me in towards his consulting room, and I, I am like a tentative child who is out of place in this foreign world. For I have not seen this doctor before, why, I cannot even recall, let alone pronounce his complicated name, I had fronted to the desk claiming I had [...]
