Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
winding worlds, sharpened words, and vibrant art
She’s a lollipop, worth a dime, that sticky sweet treat. Delicious to unwrap, what a delight, open her while you wear that great smile, I snatch her from you, I want to make her mine. Her head’s engorged, but, isn’t that the point? Her body and arms twiglike, where are her curves? And [...]
What can I say? I’m a chameleon — I can shape shift at will. With the right applicators, the right clothing, the right hair colour, I can alter my appearance and seemingly become someone else, a new someone. My ability to change is inherent, a desire to change who I am, to become something more, [...]
By Alice Well (LMH) (c) Stacy, the Conjurer possessed powerful sorcery skills within herself. These she had gleaned from her mother, Sandra the Grand Master, her spells she’d share while a baby Stacy would sleep upon the bunk bed’s fashioned bed shelf. She learned how to conjure a baby mouse from a little frog, she [...]
