{"id":141302,"date":"2023-09-03T05:01:00","date_gmt":"2023-09-03T09:01:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=141302"},"modified":"2023-09-03T05:01:00","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T09:01:00","slug":"hour-19-decay-the-after","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/hour-19-decay-the-after\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 19 &#8211; Decay &amp; The After"},"content":{"rendered":"<h3><b>Decay &amp; The After<\/b><\/h3>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">In my own journey away from life,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">all I can ask for is a falling apart that is proactive<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">let my eyelashes blow from my face<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">like a dandelion, let them fly, let me fly<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">let me pretend where they land,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I will have more opportunities to grow<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">let my nose melt into anthills<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">to make my body home, no, many homes<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">let maggots bleed from my cheeks,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">dripping from dwellings of their own creation<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">let my hands turn to mouths turn to ash<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">let my lifeline speak before I combust<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">let my body be\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">and be<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">and be<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">until it isn\u2019t<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">until it all falls apart<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Decay &amp; The After &nbsp; In my own journey away from life,\u00a0 all I can ask for is a falling apart that is proactive &nbsp; let my eyelashes blow from my face like a dandelion, let them fly, let me fly &nbsp; let me pretend&#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],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-141302","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/141302","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=141302"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/141302\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":141432,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/141302\/revisions\/141432"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=141302"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=141302"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=141302"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}