{"id":137038,"date":"2023-09-02T20:44:00","date_gmt":"2023-09-03T00:44:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=137038"},"modified":"2023-09-02T20:44:00","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T00:44:00","slug":"the-closet-12","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/the-closet-12\/","title":{"rendered":"The closet #12"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The closet is where monsters lived<br \/>\nI could hear them breathing at night<br \/>\nBut during the day it was where<br \/>\nI could escape the real monsters<br \/>\nIt was narnia, it was a spaceship<br \/>\nIt was the womb, safe and secure<br \/>\nWhere the smell of old timber<br \/>\nOld varnish and moth balls<br \/>\nGrew tendrils into my memory<br \/>\nWhispering stories of when<br \/>\nI was Flash Gordon or Nemo<br \/>\nOuter and inner space,<br \/>\nBut at night the looming shadow<br \/>\nThat fell across the floor<br \/>\nWas where the things lurked<br \/>\nWaiting for me to slip<br \/>\nSo they could feast on my exposed feet.<br \/>\nThere are skeletons there too<br \/>\nThat rattle in the small hours<br \/>\nOf secrets given to the monsters<br \/>\nOf secrets the monsters, the real monsters,<br \/>\nGave to me<br \/>\nAnd so I stay half in half out of the closet<br \/>\nBoth craving the anonymity of its embrace<br \/>\nAnd fearing all the things that live there<br \/>\nThings I can never tell another soul<br \/>\nThat I told the closet instead.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The closet is where monsters lived I could hear them breathing at night But during the day it was where I could escape the real monsters It was narnia, it was a spaceship It was the womb, safe and secure Where the smell of old&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4830,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-137038","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/137038","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\/4830"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=137038"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/137038\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":137050,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/137038\/revisions\/137050"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=137038"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=137038"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=137038"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}