Saying that the ghost is dead is
\nUnnecessary redundancy serves no purpose unless
\nThere is a deeper death for a ghost in
\nA state more than hollow, a soundless crypt becomes
\nThe scariest and coldest and darkest moment swallows
\nEverything is more repulsive and more putrid and more . . . more while<\/p>\n
The ghost is dying.<\/em><\/p>\n What if more . . . is a fecund death that is The ghost is dying.<\/em><\/p>\n I did not come to kill a monster but The ghost is dying.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Saying that the ghost is dead is Unnecessary redundancy serves no purpose unless There is a deeper death for a ghost in A state more than hollow, a soundless crypt becomes The scariest and coldest and darkest moment swallows Everything is more repulsive and more…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1168,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-64149","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64149","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\/1168"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=64149"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64149\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":64169,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64149\/revisions\/64169"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=64149"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=64149"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=64149"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nAn oxymoron is only true if
\nDeath can grow into a newer, more horrible thing to
\nWitness the ghost become a monster who
\nCould it consume something that the ghost is scared to touch
\nIts own heart is spoiled until it is ready to eat it
\nBecame cannibal of
\nAfterlife itself is a horror while<\/p>\n
\nA monster was waiting for me to enter
\nInto this darkness, my home is lost for
\nEver will I mourn the ghost that might have
\nLoved is past tense in
\nThis tomb is my home while<\/p>\n