{"id":64300,"date":"2020-06-27T12:25:47","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T16:25:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=64300"},"modified":"2020-06-27T12:25:47","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T16:25:47","slug":"spurning-white-prompt-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/spurning-white-prompt-4\/","title":{"rendered":"Spurning White (Prompt 4)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s been over two years.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m glad you&#8217;re no longer here.<\/p>\n<p>You&#8217;d fume, you&#8217;d fear.<\/p>\n<p>You&#8217;d cry blood for me, for us,<\/p>\n<p>your world, the world, your life.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>A joy, full heart, hiding<\/p>\n<p>sorrow, long neglect, scars,<\/p>\n<p>of the mother shadow, she,<\/p>\n<p>a pretense of domiciled mime.<\/p>\n<p>And yet, you loved deeply.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>A 180, you bore five,<\/p>\n<p>doted, cherished, fussed,<\/p>\n<p>sent me out to play,<\/p>\n<p>in a white dress, I dare not<\/p>\n<p>dirty; I still can&#8217;t.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>A gravy dropped sleeve,<\/p>\n<p>I can&#8217;t sleep, think.<\/p>\n<p>Where&#8217;s the soap? Water?<\/p>\n<p>Hopelessly stained.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m glad you didn&#8217;t see.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>As you lay there, awake,<\/p>\n<p>asleep, dying, living, breathing,<\/p>\n<p>but barely knowing, I think.<\/p>\n<p>You missed my misstep,<\/p>\n<p>the splattered mess I made.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>And when you inhaled,<\/p>\n<p>and failed to exhale, I cried,<\/p>\n<p>sighed with relief, happy<\/p>\n<p>you never witnessed me,<\/p>\n<p>falling down, filthy discharge.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>So now, your legacy runs<\/p>\n<p>deep within my cells, a pattern<\/p>\n<p>on repeat; my daughters dressed<\/p>\n<p>in purple and blue angst,<\/p>\n<p>blemish free, spurning white.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s been over two years. I&#8217;m glad you&#8217;re no longer here. You&#8217;d fume, you&#8217;d fear. You&#8217;d cry blood for me, for us, your world, the world, your life. &nbsp; A joy, full heart, hiding sorrow, long neglect, scars, of the mother shadow, she, a pretense&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":196,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-64300","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\/64300","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\/196"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=64300"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64300\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":64635,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64300\/revisions\/64635"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=64300"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=64300"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=64300"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}