{"id":20861,"date":"2016-08-13T14:15:38","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T18:15:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=20861"},"modified":"2016-08-13T14:15:38","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T18:15:38","slug":"hour-three-dirge","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/hour-three-dirge\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour Three: Dirge"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Related to one of my favorite lines: &#8220;come up with the fire, in the deadly 5th dimension pyre.&#8221; Here it goes:<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>it&#8217;s not blood staining your hand,<\/p>\n<p>some ruby red lie that came up from the throat<\/p>\n<p>to drown your world in all its sentiments,<\/p>\n<p>I second guess every living thing in your veins,<\/p>\n<p>When I waste away when I count days and struggle in the distance.<\/p>\n<p>I resurrect every third day like some sort of deity,<\/p>\n<p>only the thorns on top of my skull are the funeral drone of your aftermath.<\/p>\n<p>I shake away and bleed, when the spear came to cut you deep,<\/p>\n<p>and I saw angels burst from your skin, and the demons came to sin on your lips,<\/p>\n<p>and \u00a0come from your mouth and cum from your mouth,<\/p>\n<p>and envelope you in compressed thoughts.<\/p>\n<p>I hold the lot of ticking time and I burn the bodies so the dead don&#8217;t speak our secrets.<\/p>\n<p>I lifted myself from your rib-cage prison and dare ask your name on the release.<\/p>\n<p>I often dismiss you when I&#8217;m drinking because you dismissed me in the shrinking feelings,<\/p>\n<p>though they never shrink, they&#8217;re hidden some place, only the ghosts whisper their claims to that land.<\/p>\n<p>I come up with the flame, and I spell your name as though this could be our engraved headstone,<\/p>\n<p>of all the things that we were afraid to say, like some ritual that we lost the words to.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Related to one of my favorite lines: &#8220;come up with the fire, in the deadly 5th dimension pyre.&#8221; Here it goes: &nbsp; it&#8217;s not blood staining your hand, some ruby red lie that came up from the throat to drown your world in all its&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":226,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-20861","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20861","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\/226"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=20861"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20861\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20977,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20861\/revisions\/20977"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=20861"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=20861"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=20861"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}