{"id":26556,"date":"2016-08-14T01:39:14","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T05:39:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=26556"},"modified":"2016-08-16T01:41:00","modified_gmt":"2016-08-16T05:41:00","slug":"prompt-hour-seventeen-first-broken-heart","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/prompt-hour-seventeen-first-broken-heart\/","title":{"rendered":"Prompt Hour Seventeen&#8211;first broken heart"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-26594\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Broken-293x300.jpg\" alt=\"Broken\" width=\"293\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Broken-293x300.jpg 293w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Broken-45x45.jpg 45w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Broken.jpg 612w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 293px) 100vw, 293px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Broken<\/p>\n<p>The long, sustained dream of my happy\u00a0childhood\u00a0was snapped,<br \/>\nbefore and after pieces felt and mourned\u00a0at far too young an age.<br \/>\nA broken heart, the unseen inner portion of a secretly broken\u00a0body,<br \/>\nbrutalized by a teen boy who really should have known better.<\/p>\n<p>He lured my six year old self to a garage roof hideaway, sheltered<br \/>\nby surrounding trees and vines, with\u00a0the heady promise of friendship,<br \/>\nunseen. When he&#8217;d finished with me blood was cleaned\u00a0from my legs,<br \/>\nand away I was sent, on my little banana seated bicycle\u00a0back home.<\/p>\n<p>My solitary soul squeezed itself down into an inner oblivion, to forget,<br \/>\nto move on, to determine to myself to live, my loving family in no way<br \/>\nto blame for my brokenness, yet all the while I knew at far too tender<br \/>\nan age that evil\u00a0really does exist, and can look handsome to the eye.<\/p>\n<p>Tracy Plath<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Broken The long, sustained dream of my happy\u00a0childhood\u00a0was snapped, before and after pieces felt and mourned\u00a0at far too young an age. A broken heart, the unseen inner portion of a secretly broken\u00a0body, brutalized by a teen boy who really should have known better. He lured&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":308,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-26556","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26556","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\/308"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=26556"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26556\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":29433,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26556\/revisions\/29433"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=26556"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=26556"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=26556"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}