{"id":40083,"date":"2017-08-06T00:23:04","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T04:23:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=40083"},"modified":"2017-08-06T00:23:04","modified_gmt":"2017-08-06T04:23:04","slug":"16-blood-red-lips","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/16-blood-red-lips\/","title":{"rendered":"16 &#8211; blood red lips &#8211;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center\">I watch my fathers beautiful bride, grow an ugly disposition,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">as sickness came knocking stealing his love away and its<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">just the two of us I feel the menace in her gaze the jealousy<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">in her touch the threat in her words and l run, into the world l<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">have never seen, into poverty and hunger looking for a home.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">I hid in an empty home, exhausted I sleep only to be woken<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">surrounded by a roomful of noisy men, black from the mines.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Fear beat faster my heart filling my ears, I calmed they quietened<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">an arrangement was made, I learned to clean, to be wild, to be free.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">-s.j.duncan-<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I watch my fathers beautiful bride, grow an ugly disposition, as sickness came knocking stealing his love away and its just the two of us I feel the menace in her gaze the jealousy in her touch the threat in her words and l run,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1092,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-40083","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/40083","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\/1092"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=40083"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/40083\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":40154,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/40083\/revisions\/40154"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=40083"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=40083"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=40083"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}