{"id":26497,"date":"2016-08-14T01:09:33","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T05:09:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=26497"},"modified":"2016-08-14T01:09:33","modified_gmt":"2016-08-14T05:09:33","slug":"homeless-prompt-eleven","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/homeless-prompt-eleven\/","title":{"rendered":"Homeless &#8211; Prompt Eleven"},"content":{"rendered":"<p id=\"docs-internal-guid-5e9d86c8-8772-0b49-ba3b-e2b93734b9bf\" dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38;margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt\"><span style=\"font-size: 21.1200021505356px;font-family: Arial;color: #000000;vertical-align: baseline;background-color: transparent\">The bitter cold nipped at me<\/span><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38;margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt\"><span style=\"font-size: 21.1200021505356px;font-family: Arial;color: #000000;vertical-align: baseline;background-color: transparent\">I pull my torn sheet close<\/span><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38;margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt\"><span style=\"font-size: 21.1200021505356px;font-family: Arial;color: #000000;vertical-align: baseline;background-color: transparent\">The smell of food reached me<\/span><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38;margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt\"><span style=\"font-size: 21.1200021505356px;font-family: Arial;color: #000000;vertical-align: baseline;background-color: transparent\">My stomach turns in hungered pain<\/span><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38;margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt\"><span style=\"font-size: 21.1200021505356px;font-family: Arial;color: #000000;vertical-align: baseline;background-color: transparent\">Revolt screams in my head<\/span><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38;margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt\"><span style=\"font-size: 21.1200021505356px;font-family: Arial;color: #000000;vertical-align: baseline;background-color: transparent\">As I peer into the garbage bin<\/span><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38;margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt\"><span style=\"font-size: 21.1200021505356px;font-family: Arial;color: #000000;vertical-align: baseline;background-color: transparent\">A torn garbage bag lay on top<\/span><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38;margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt\"><span style=\"font-size: 21.1200021505356px;font-family: Arial;color: #000000;vertical-align: baseline;background-color: transparent\">Grabbing a bagel, I run<\/span><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38;margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt\"><span style=\"font-size: 21.1200021505356px;font-family: Arial;color: #000000;vertical-align: baseline;background-color: transparent\">Nibbling I look for a warm place <\/span><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38;margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt\"><span style=\"font-size: 21.1200021505356px;font-family: Arial;color: #000000;vertical-align: baseline;background-color: transparent\">Upon finding shelter <\/span><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38;margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt\"><span style=\"font-size: 21.1200021505356px;font-family: Arial;color: #000000;vertical-align: baseline;background-color: transparent\">I curl up to fall asleep<\/span><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38;margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt\"><span style=\"font-size: 21.1200021505356px;font-family: Arial;color: #000000;vertical-align: baseline;background-color: transparent\">Praying I wake in the morning<\/span><\/p>\n<p dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38;margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt\">\n<p dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38;margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt\">\n<p dir=\"ltr\" style=\"line-height: 1.38;margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt\"><em>Sorry this is late, had a power outage for the last few hours.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The bitter cold nipped at me I pull my torn sheet 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