{"id":40358,"date":"2017-08-06T00:59:53","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T04:59:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=40358"},"modified":"2017-08-06T00:59:53","modified_gmt":"2017-08-06T04:59:53","slug":"16-first-moon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/16-first-moon\/","title":{"rendered":"16. First Moon"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>11:58<br \/>\nit starts in my stomach. Something bad at lunch. Shouldn\u2019t have had sushi. But then that sensation creeps away. Giving way to a flood of endorphins. Like a dam broke somewhere inside. A delicious head rush I\u2019ve only ever experienced when that one girl let me fuck her tits twice in a row. Almost as good as getting sucked off. Almost.<br \/>\nAgain. Heavier this time. Burns more. But I almost cream myself in the flood afterwards. I laugh.<br \/>\nThe bite on my wrist starts to burn. But the burn you get from putting on too much relieving muscle cream.<br \/>\n11:59<br \/>\nAll at once, I\u2019m thrown to the ground of my bedroom. The neighbors think what I would hope. Rough sex. That\u2019s what it feels like. So good. S-s-s-ooo goood. All over. Tense. Stretching. My bones crack. And blue-black energy flows through out my fingertips. Out my open mouth. Through my eyes. Something in the canines. She might\u2019ve said. Two lifetimes ago.<br \/>\n00:00<br \/>\nmy hands, stretch, fur, my feet, sharpen, digging, my back, the power, raw, feral, the best, my laugh, <em>my laugh,<\/em> I\u2019ve heard it before, from my neighbor\u2019s husky, my eyes. I can see everything. Supremacy.<br \/>\n00:01<br \/>\nhowl with me<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>11:58 it starts in my stomach. Something bad at lunch. Shouldn\u2019t have had sushi. But then that sensation creeps away. Giving way to a flood of endorphins. Like a dam broke somewhere inside. A delicious head rush I\u2019ve only ever experienced when that one girl&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":936,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-40358","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/40358","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\/936"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=40358"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/40358\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":40372,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/40358\/revisions\/40372"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=40358"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=40358"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=40358"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}