{"id":7446,"date":"2015-06-13T11:32:03","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T15:32:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=7446"},"modified":"2015-06-13T11:32:03","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T15:32:03","slug":"hour-three-from-the-fish","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/hour-three-from-the-fish\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour Three from the Fish"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It looked tasty so I wrapped my mouth around it.<\/p>\n<p>When\u00a0I tried\u00a0to swallow\u00a0there was\u00a0a sharp feeling\u00a0in my mouth.<\/p>\n<p>Then a pulling sensation.<\/p>\n<p>Then a massive lurch forward.<\/p>\n<p>It felt as though my lips\u00a0were being ripped out of my head.<\/p>\n<p>I tried to resist but the more I struggled to swim away the more painful it was.<\/p>\n<p>I knew I was in trouble when I couldn&#8217;t breathe.<\/p>\n<p>The\u00a0bright light I only ever saw through the shimmering shield of my watery home was suddenly all I could see. I desperately wanted to close my eyes but couldn&#8217;t because I don&#8217;t have eyelids.<\/p>\n<p>Then, I was flying for the first time in my life. Flying above my home with empty lungs. Flying like those creatures I often saw above me.<\/p>\n<p>When\u00a0I hit a\u00a0hard surface I\u00a0was grabbed by the hard\u00a0hands of a big monster.<\/p>\n<p>It\u00a0ripped something out of my mouth and I screamed. I don&#8217;t think it heard me.<\/p>\n<p>You don&#8217;t want to know what happened next because it involves a long sharp object &#8211; and being gutted and skinned alive.<\/p>\n<p>It\u00a0was very unpleasant\u00a0and I died from agonising\u00a0asphyxiation.<\/p>\n<p>That was not a very good day.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It looked tasty so I wrapped my mouth around it. When\u00a0I tried\u00a0to swallow\u00a0there was\u00a0a sharp feeling\u00a0in my mouth. Then a pulling sensation. Then a massive lurch forward. It felt as though my lips\u00a0were being ripped out of my head. I tried to resist but the&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":660,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7446","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7446","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\/660"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7446"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7446\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7664,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7446\/revisions\/7664"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7446"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7446"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7446"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}