Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
winding worlds, sharpened words, and vibrant art
I jolt awake, back into the night, where I wearily breathe and pad around the kitchen and hallways without any sense of brightness or light. Sleepily, I guzzle liquids, after all, I crave them, strangely, must it be due to the medication once forcefully fed to me? I press myself to stay awake [...]
I sit by my window and stare at the sky. There is nothing more beautiful in this very moment that I can capture, nothing else which can cause my heart to swell with appreciation. The clouds, they gather in wisps and blobs – light though, they are – they have this sort of moodiness about [...]
Will I hold charge? I wonder. Will electricity pass through me and back out to them? I contemplate how my mind will handle the surging volts, Will it crumble or will it take the brunt? Perhaps they do not know precisely what they are doing, How to discover whether the procedure is a success? [...]
The medication swims in my forehead, for some reason it’s affecting me there most, tonight I am hazier, staying up far too late, allowing the dosages to overly affect my consciousness. I want to make the most of my evening, but with these tablets I cannot, they drown my lobe; I feel the tightness [...]
Part I: The Ebb and Flow of Healing Press forth, her gesture whispered, you can do it, reach that realm. Her hand gently pressing the small of my back, encouragement to reach that certain angel. An angel who would heal me, remove from me all the pain and suffering that I was feeling, [...]
There was a little fruitcake, who was as fruity and unique as could be. He loved to perform amusing antics, such as jumping high then falling upon splayed feet. Another of his tricks was standing on his head, while barking and picking away at the fruitiness that was inside his form, in order to self [...]
