{"id":13360,"date":"2015-06-14T04:59:03","date_gmt":"2015-06-14T08:59:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=13360"},"modified":"2015-06-14T05:29:26","modified_gmt":"2015-06-14T09:29:26","slug":"jack-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/jack-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Jack"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>A month ago, he&#8217;d had enough, poor Jack,<\/p>\n<p>and wondered how to end it all without<\/p>\n<p>upsetting the delicate status quo.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>He couldn&#8217;t wait for daylight.\u00a0 He couldn&#8217;t<\/p>\n<p>wait till everyone was gone.\u00a0 Up he ran,<\/p>\n<p>quick as he could, before anyone<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>had a chance.\u00a0 There it lay, the crossbow,<\/p>\n<p>strung up and ready to go, and so he pointed<\/p>\n<p>it at himself and fired<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>in such a way that first it pierced his chin.<\/p>\n<p>His blood spattered in all directions, sorry,<\/p>\n<p>no apologies, but it had to be<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>this way.\u00a0 Someone would mop it up later,<\/p>\n<p>someone else always did, and, sure enough,<\/p>\n<p>there she stood, ordering him<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>not to move, screaming at him not to pull<\/p>\n<p>that bloody arrow out, but oh what did she<\/p>\n<p>know about it all, what did she<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>know, as she called the amb?\u00a0 They sent the<\/p>\n<p>heli but before it came he decided he&#8217;d had<\/p>\n<p>enough, poor Jack, enough,<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>and pulled it out before he himself could<\/p>\n<p>have changed his mind.\u00a0 And there he lay, his<\/p>\n<p>life spilled by his own hand.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\u00a9\u00a0 Ella Wagemakers, 10.59 Dutch time (= \u00a04.59 EST in the US)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A month ago, he&#8217;d had enough, poor Jack, and wondered how to end it all without upsetting the delicate status quo. &nbsp; He couldn&#8217;t wait for daylight.\u00a0 He couldn&#8217;t wait till everyone was gone.\u00a0 Up he ran, quick as he could, before anyone &nbsp; had&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":262,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13360","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13360","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\/262"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13360"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13360\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13499,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13360\/revisions\/13499"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13360"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13360"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13360"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}