{"id":70570,"date":"2020-06-27T19:47:47","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T23:47:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=70570"},"modified":"2020-06-27T19:47:47","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T23:47:47","slug":"whose-tears","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/whose-tears\/","title":{"rendered":"Whose tears?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Whose tears?<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I think the ghost has been crying.<\/p>\n<p>My house is full of sadness.<\/p>\n<p>Like walking along the bottom of an anguished ocean.<br \/>\nGrief making the water cold. Dead but undulating pain.<br \/>\nSonic waves echoing the wailing. Hollow sound filling each room.<br \/>\nShaking my lungs.<\/p>\n<p>I can still breathe because<br \/>\nSpirit tears are not wet to the flesh though they are drenching my soul.<br \/>\nReal tears (my tears) answer the howling specter as I experience its sorrow,<br \/>\nTaking over my home.<\/p>\n<p>I am in danger.<br \/>\nMy air supply being cut off by my own foolishness\u2014<br \/>\nCommiserating with the ghost that\u2019s going to kill me<br \/>\nIf I let it.<br \/>\nScared of drowning on my tears, real and wet,<br \/>\nAs they\u2019re flowing through my mouth and down my throat.<br \/>\nNow gagging on water. Salt or spirit?<\/p>\n<p>I don\u2019t know whose tears I speak of at the moment.<br \/>\nI don\u2019t know the worst thing that is happening.<br \/>\nThe phantoms\u2019 pain or the pain of being quarantined with the phantom.<\/p>\n<p>I am desperate to stay alive.<br \/>\nThe ghost is something . . . more than desperate.<\/p>\n<p>One of us probably won\u2019t make it out alive.<br \/>\nBut the ghost is dead already.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Whose tears? I think the ghost has been crying. My house is full of sadness. Like walking along the bottom of an anguished ocean. Grief making the water cold. Dead but undulating pain. Sonic waves echoing the wailing. Hollow sound filling each room. Shaking my&#8230;<\/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-70570","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70570","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=70570"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70570\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":70573,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70570\/revisions\/70573"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=70570"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=70570"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=70570"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}