Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
A corner of my world where I feel most at home
A little bit of freedom, a nice hot cup of tea, or a long black, milk served on the side, soon to be enjoyed by little old me. Wandering around and around, little sights to be appreciated, to be seen, things we took for granted once upon a time, now appreciative I am, and I’ll continue to be. [...]
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 [...]
