Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
Where I can feel at home…
Addiction, it can reveal itself in many insidious forms: drugs, alcohol, food, another person, even yourself. It starts off small, nothing sinister, just a drag here, a sip there, a few excited texts in a row, or the journal in which you scrawl endless thoughts of your own. Addiction, it’s potent, perhaps you’ll [...]
Have you ever been so crabby because you’ve been without your coffee? Don’t deny it, I know you know what I’m talking about. Nothing will do as a substitute, the black tea, holistic herbal concoctions, coffee, coffee, the strong caffeine hit, it’s what I am needing, it’s what my soul hounds for, this [...]
Withdrawal, withdrawal, from these precious sticks of doom, the blatant causes of various cancers, and other deadly conditions they deliver. With their absence, I feel the drag, their lacking of spiking chemicals, their irrevocable power, there’s still poison in my bloodstream, will it be strong enough to patch the physical yearnings? Will [...]
N.B. This post may be triggering for some people. Please consider if you may be prone to being negatively affected by reading this post. Stay a while, they said to him, consume, consume, of us, take your fill. There is nothing in life we cannot fix, blindly drink, devour, ingest, take us in, [...]
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