{"id":138141,"date":"2023-09-02T22:33:41","date_gmt":"2023-09-03T02:33:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=138141"},"modified":"2023-09-02T22:33:41","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T02:33:41","slug":"hour-14-this-body-revived","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/hour-14-this-body-revived\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 14 &#8211; this body (revived)"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1><strong>this body was <del datetime=\"2023-09-03T02:27:11+00:00\">a person once<\/del><\/strong><\/h1>\n<p><strong>with uninterrupted skin<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>and lungs ballooning with<\/strong> <del datetime=\"2023-09-03T02:27:11+00:00\">ambition<\/del><\/p>\n<p><del datetime=\"2023-09-03T02:27:11+00:00\">it even knew<\/del> <strong>its own name<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><del datetime=\"2023-09-03T02:27:11+00:00\">this body isn\u2019t<\/del> <strong>much for purity culture<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><del datetime=\"2023-09-03T02:27:11+00:00\">but perhaps<\/del> <strong>it was the hands that touched it <\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>that took away the self,<\/strong><del datetime=\"2023-09-03T02:27:11+00:00\">\u00a0the animation<\/del><\/p>\n<p><del datetime=\"2023-09-03T02:27:11+00:00\">or perhaps<\/del> <strong>it was the slow decay of mourning<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><del datetime=\"2023-09-03T02:27:11+00:00\"><\/del><del datetime=\"2023-09-03T02:27:11+00:00\">or the woodgrain patterns of trauma<\/del><\/p>\n<p><strong>all<\/strong> <del datetime=\"2023-09-03T02:27:11+00:00\">building upon each other<br \/>\n<\/del><\/p>\n<p><del datetime=\"2023-09-03T02:27:11+00:00\">to make this<\/del> <strong>body<\/strong> <del datetime=\"2023-09-03T02:27:11+00:00\">a tree<\/del><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>but this body was<\/strong> <del datetime=\"2023-09-03T02:27:11+00:00\">a person once<\/del><\/p>\n<p><strong>this body was<\/strong> <del datetime=\"2023-09-03T02:27:11+00:00\">a person once<\/del><\/p>\n<p><strong>my body<\/strong> <del datetime=\"2023-09-03T02:27:11+00:00\">was a person<\/del> <strong>once<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>this body was a person once with uninterrupted skin and lungs ballooning with ambition it even knew its own name &nbsp; this body isn\u2019t much for purity culture but perhaps it was the hands that touched it that took away the self,\u00a0the animation or perhaps&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3778,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-138141","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/138141","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\/3778"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=138141"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/138141\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":138216,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/138141\/revisions\/138216"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=138141"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=138141"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=138141"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}