Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
Where I can feel at home…
Taint my skin with sweet molasses the sweetness a scourge overrides the senses a narrative spoken a tale long shared abstract metamorphosis the thick syrup clings to my hair. Do not wonder at the analysis of yesteryear it is long gone yet they all keep resurfacing is 2022 the year? The year for spirits rising [...]
I am returning from the brink of disaster and gloom, I am returning to bright sunshine of that shared room, I am announcing that there is so much left to say for me, I am denouncing all that was incorrectly spoken of me. I work my way back to the untruths, the convoluted prisms which glint with lies and stains, I scrub and I scrub, I save myself, [...]
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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