dowsing the crystals with illustrious mayhem the tainted air of dragon’s breath, poison, enlightening myself to the treasures of the planet, the powers deep within me, I need not lace melodies from counterparts, I need not stunt my heart with mimicry, hidden behind obscure masks, no, there is strength in being myself, knowing, learning, stronghold, resilience from waking hour to the magical twelfth.
sleep deprived I layer myself with ease carrying the threads of foxy foxy actions I smile and try to relax their knees they become weak. I do not know the true cause the truest heartbreak anthem which rides upon your throat but this is to the ones closest dear leaves, leaves from the scene exit stage left.
slowly, slowly, deludedly, she unravels the past, deciphering not much at first, but then, at half mast, between the sleep, it all makes sense. she is enabled, she is untoward, she is unpopular but she is loved and that’s all that matters.
the special ones will come, trust me on that. there are just different stages to be sent, to be scene, to be signed off, my darling, read my lips, I’m over the rorting, the commotions, the derelict ascensions, take down the falsehoods and live live live< roar, the cycles cry, the world of darkness flies she petters them away like undesired times, because, in her mind,
she’d wiped them away, with regal style her heart wanders into her starry eyes, she’s all the way up toward the moon, the moon, is this all we can and will speak of, the wiccan cries, her witch-familiar sits upon his hind legs and smiles. smiles. She will stay within, stay home, just for a little while.
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Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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