Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
Where I can feel at home…
I can’t be bright, I can’t be calm, I want to write darkness into their arms, the lovers’ capacity are shadowed in depth, their fates, true strengths will be met. In the witching hour their magic’s so bright, Moon sprays light into their night and the raven caws deep rumble, sharp, hard, one would never [...]
speaking a language, in tongues befitting adark dagger-like crown,with a purity hidden deep within auric angelitesurrounding anaemic complexions withtruths damned-well-tolds,a peeking into the gloom of their dastardly hidden rooms,roam, oh how I will roam in lairs of darkness,invitations extending to no luminescent process,luminal passageways to their hearts,navigation with most careful of prowess. © 2022 Lauren [...]
Light and shade, I sweep the curtains shut, keeping creeping moody blues in mind, seems they’ll never stop. Heaving and breathing, huffing and a-puffing, affected am I this night, heathens nesting in the room from dawn until morning light. [...]
The whispers that never end, quiet whispers in the wind, heavy in circumstance an light on dividends, powerful words hissed just because the winter’s breath felt it right, due course, of course, travel afternoon into the depth of night. [...]
In the darkness, I hear a groan. A guttural cry then, of sorts, rises from the gloom. Startled, I jump, not knowing which way to reach or turn, how to, can I even assist? From the past, when will I learn? [...]
In the darkness, I can feel the heaving, the staggered breath of something unearthly, with rounded edges that pulsate eerily upon my fingertips, da doom, da doom. I envelope myself around this living catastrophe, it’s begging to be tamed, assumed, taken over, approached with the lushness of virginal buds of spring, I can carry us [...]
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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