{"id":21921,"date":"2016-08-13T15:53:30","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T19:53:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=21921"},"modified":"2016-08-28T06:22:49","modified_gmt":"2016-08-28T10:22:49","slug":"angst-anguish","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/angst-anguish\/","title":{"rendered":"Angst &amp; Anguish &#8211; Prompt Seven"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Can&#8217;t be still.<br \/>\nPacing, thinking, crying.<br \/>\nFidgeting with the TV remote.<br \/>\nBanging my outdated cellphone in the palm of my hand<br \/>\nHoping to stop the terrible noises it makes.<br \/>\nCrepe mrytle bushes stare at me through the window<br \/>\nDaring me to enjoy their blooms.<br \/>\nRed birds laugh as I curse their flight<br \/>\nWhile reminding me of my housebound status.<br \/>\nMore pacing<br \/>\nMore thinking<br \/>\nTo sleep would be relief<br \/>\nTo die would be redemption.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Can&#8217;t be still. Pacing, thinking, crying. Fidgeting with the TV remote. Banging my outdated cellphone in the palm of my hand Hoping to stop the terrible noises it makes. Crepe mrytle bushes stare at me through the window Daring me to enjoy their blooms. Red&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":713,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-21921","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21921","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\/713"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=21921"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21921\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":29897,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21921\/revisions\/29897"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21921"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21921"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21921"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}