{"id":46384,"date":"2019-06-22T11:50:14","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T15:50:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=46384"},"modified":"2019-06-22T11:50:32","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T15:50:32","slug":"ash-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/ash-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Ash"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>When I say she preferred to eat ash,<br \/>\nit\u2019s not black and white.<br \/>\nShe filled up on radish and cabbage ash.<br \/>\nHer body craved ash of bone and fat.<br \/>\nShe caught cotton candy ash floating<br \/>\nin the air like snowflakes on her tongue.<br \/>\nShe withered and grew. Days fluttered<br \/>\nand were consumed, unidentifiable<br \/>\nfrom each other\u2014 ash on the heap.<br \/>\nShe slept like a burned log. Delicate.<br \/>\nWarm. When she slept.<br \/>\nShe no longer feared the day<br \/>\nshe would break in two\u2014 as only someone<br \/>\nmade of ash could do. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When I say she preferred to eat ash, it\u2019s not black and white. She filled up on radish and cabbage ash. Her body craved ash of bone and fat. She caught cotton candy ash floating in the air like snowflakes on her tongue. She withered&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1119,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-46384","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46384","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\/1119"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=46384"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46384\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":48225,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46384\/revisions\/48225"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=46384"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=46384"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=46384"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}