{"id":10346,"date":"2015-06-13T18:19:13","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T22:19:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=10346"},"modified":"2015-06-13T18:19:13","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T22:19:13","slug":"autobiography-of-a-face-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/autobiography-of-a-face-4\/","title":{"rendered":"Autobiography of a Face"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Her lines had become creases now,<\/p>\n<p>Deep caverns of deeply rooted emotion<\/p>\n<p>Scarring what had once been pristine skin<\/p>\n<p>Each line was a memory,<\/p>\n<p>the painful emotional\u00a0divorce,<\/p>\n<p>the lost child taken without a chance to fight,<\/p>\n<p>the loss of parents and grandparents that made her<\/p>\n<p>feel like an orphan even in old age<\/p>\n<p>Loneliness across her jowl<\/p>\n<p>Years of unquestioned worry on her brow<\/p>\n<p>The gray hair that fell in deep snowy mountains<\/p>\n<p>when she cut her hair<\/p>\n<p>It was all there<\/p>\n<p>Lost lovers torment<\/p>\n<p>The suicide that never went away<\/p>\n<p>The victimizing and the victim<\/p>\n<p>The deep love, the unrequited crushes<\/p>\n<p>Harsh words that cut her skin<\/p>\n<p>Black\u00a0memories that became craters<\/p>\n<p>Her eyes sunk low from years of tears<\/p>\n<p>Her smile cultivated but hardly real<\/p>\n<p>Each day longer than the one before<\/p>\n<p>Taking the blood and sweat and turning them<\/p>\n<p>Into pale lips and ghostly skin<\/p>\n<p>She wore it all<\/p>\n<p>Proudly<\/p>\n<p>Without makeup<\/p>\n<p>Her wrinkles were her own<\/p>\n<p>No one could take them<\/p>\n<p>No one could iron them<\/p>\n<p>No one could rearrange them<\/p>\n<p>They told her life&#8217;s story<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Her lines had become creases now, Deep caverns of deeply rooted emotion Scarring what had once been pristine skin Each line was a memory, the painful emotional\u00a0divorce, the lost child taken without a chance to fight, the loss of parents and grandparents that made her&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":31,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10346","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10346","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/31"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10346"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10346\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10471,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10346\/revisions\/10471"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10346"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10346"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10346"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}