{"id":71259,"date":"2020-06-27T20:43:22","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T00:43:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=71259"},"modified":"2020-06-27T20:43:22","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T00:43:22","slug":"warrior-1-2-marathon-hour-twelve","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/warrior-1-2-marathon-hour-twelve\/","title":{"rendered":"Warrior (1\/2 Marathon, Hour Twelve)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Warrior<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>She is everything.<br \/>\nThey seek her blood to drink and mix with their own,<br \/>\nNot knowing that her blood will poison their hearts, livers, lungs.<br \/>\nNot knowing that revolution eats through stomach lining.<br \/>\nAcid on a quest for liberation<br \/>\nWill leak from bowels,<br \/>\nBurn through skin,<br \/>\nDissolve any resistance,<br \/>\nBefore she would ever allow her secrets to become one<br \/>\nWith their weakness.<\/p>\n<p>They desire her.<\/p>\n<p>She is everything.<br \/>\nThey wish to consume her sweat, her tears.<br \/>\nEven her feces has more power than the strength of their bones.<br \/>\nDefecation will produce more life than their hopes and dreams.<br \/>\nHer spit is magic to them<br \/>\nBut it will burn their corneas<br \/>\nBefore she would ever think to share one wisp of her legacy<br \/>\nWith their evil.<\/p>\n<p>They worship her.<\/p>\n<p>She is everything.<br \/>\nHer hair, two strands stronger than the muscles in their legs.<br \/>\nHer locs will break chains and bind lies<br \/>\nSimultaneously.<br \/>\nThey are worthless in her eyes<br \/>\nAnd no pity touches her heart<br \/>\nAs she severs their spines.<br \/>\nThey deserve no mercy and die<br \/>\nWithout absolution.<\/p>\n<p>They fear her.<\/p>\n<p>She is everything they wish they could be.<br \/>\nShe is everything they have ever dreamed.<br \/>\nShe is everything they would kill to have.<\/p>\n<p>But she will destroy them. And she will be free.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Warrior She is everything. They seek her blood to drink and mix with their own, Not knowing that her blood will poison their hearts, livers, lungs. Not knowing that revolution eats through stomach lining. Acid on a quest for liberation Will leak from bowels, Burn&#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-71259","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/71259","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=71259"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/71259\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":71267,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/71259\/revisions\/71267"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=71259"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=71259"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=71259"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}