{"id":3407,"date":"2014-08-24T02:49:58","date_gmt":"2014-08-24T06:49:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=3407"},"modified":"2014-08-23T22:05:03","modified_gmt":"2014-08-24T02:05:03","slug":"sew","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2014\/08\/sew\/","title":{"rendered":"Sew"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>A pin pricked her and blood fell to a fitted sheet<br \/>\nof fabric, that was lying on the oak workplace,<br \/>\nshe couldn\u2019t bare herself to sew the pleat.<\/p>\n<p>Many men wanted her to tailor their suits complete,<br \/>\nbut all she wanted to do was efface.<br \/>\nA pin pricked her and blood fell to a fitted sheet.<\/p>\n<p>And it\u2019s true, the girl was quite petite<br \/>\nwhen she let them pay her, just in case<br \/>\nshe couldn\u2019t bare herself to sew the pleat.<\/p>\n<p>She would often cry, and take the mistreat<br \/>\nand know it as a falling from grace.<br \/>\nA pin pricked her and blood fell to a fitted sheet.<\/p>\n<p>And with needles thin, she sewed designs discreet<br \/>\nalthough people still knew her face,<br \/>\nshe couldn\u2019t bare herself to sew the pleat.<\/p>\n<p>Later they would find her body in the street,<br \/>\nand her life would be nothing but a blank space.<br \/>\nA pin pricked her and blood fell to a fitted sheet,<br \/>\nshe couldn\u2019t bare herself to sew the pleat.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A pin pricked her and blood fell to a fitted sheet of fabric, that was lying on the oak workplace, she couldn\u2019t bare herself to sew the pleat. Many men wanted her to tailor their suits complete, but all she wanted to do was efface&#8230;.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":86,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3407","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3407","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\/86"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3407"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3407\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3445,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3407\/revisions\/3445"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3407"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3407"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3407"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}