{"id":67433,"date":"2020-06-27T16:15:18","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T20:15:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=67433"},"modified":"2020-06-27T16:15:18","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T20:15:18","slug":"hour-7-prompt-7-season-of-the-hunted","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/hour-7-prompt-7-season-of-the-hunted\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 7, Prompt 7 Season of the Hunted"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/image-tb.vova.com\/image\/500_500\/filler\/2b\/c9\/02d9a93747c1c749496fcbde464f2bc9.jpg?format=webp\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Season of the Hunted<\/p>\n<p>Before I learned<br \/>\nto conceal my pink bunny nose and twitchy whiskers,<br \/>\nto hide my shiny, sleek fox tail,<br \/>\nto cover up my sweat,<br \/>\nto slow the pounding of my heart,<\/p>\n<p>I moved and smelled and loved like prey.<\/p>\n<p>Intended growls of rage always came out a softer mew,<br \/>\na kitten&#8217;s snarly spat.<\/p>\n<p>I played with<br \/>\nwolfmen,<br \/>\nbear types,<br \/>\nand sharks.<\/p>\n<p>All alphas,<br \/>\nall sharp teeth and rough tongues,<br \/>\nall big hands and bigger egos.<\/p>\n<p>All hungry for<br \/>\ntiny toes painted with strawberry pink polish,<br \/>\nsugary, parted lips,<br \/>\nknees, thighs, eyes, to be tense with anticipation.<\/p>\n<p>All demanding.<\/p>\n<p>I hopped too far,<br \/>\nfar into the rabbit hole, I fell,<br \/>\ntoo far and off the deep.<\/p>\n<p>I was the hunted &#8211;<br \/>\nthe chosen wild.<\/p>\n<p>I ran further from them, and, unknowingly, closer to you.<\/p>\n<p>Pain and fear driving a single-minded desire to escape.<br \/>\nTo never love again, to run, faster-<br \/>\nharder.<\/p>\n<p>You pursued.<\/p>\n<p>I caught your scent and intent<br \/>\nsomewhere after a thicket of raspberry bushes and honeysuckle,<br \/>\nlilacs tangled in my hair,<br \/>\nheart thumping,<br \/>\njumping,<br \/>\nlike it knew you.<\/p>\n<p>I was so undeserving and you were so relentless.<br \/>\nI bled, you repaired. I wept, you embraced.<br \/>\nI was the worst of my kind, and you,<br \/>\nyou had the audacity to love me anyway.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; Season of the Hunted Before I learned to conceal my pink bunny nose and twitchy whiskers, to hide my shiny, sleek fox tail, to cover up my sweat, to slow the pounding of my heart, I moved and smelled and loved like prey. Intended&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1302,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-67433","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67433","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\/1302"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=67433"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67433\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":67837,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67433\/revisions\/67837"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=67433"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=67433"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=67433"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}