{"id":7616,"date":"2015-06-13T11:34:47","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T15:34:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=7616"},"modified":"2015-06-13T11:34:47","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T15:34:47","slug":"selkie","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/selkie\/","title":{"rendered":"Selkie"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>You have my heart, take my liver.<\/p>\n<p>My spleen.<\/p>\n<p>You f*cking Butcher.<\/p>\n<p>Carver. Carving me up.<\/p>\n<p>You can&#8217;t dissect me anymore.<\/p>\n<p>Not any more, than I dissect myself.<\/p>\n<p>Every word, Every touch, Every moment.<\/p>\n<p>I have picked them apart.<\/p>\n<p>At seeing them broken, I have reassembled them dutifully.<\/p>\n<p>Carefully. Swiftly.<\/p>\n<p>I wrap myself in a mossy blanket of misery.<\/p>\n<p>Wet leaves stuck to my face, forest kisses.<\/p>\n<p>A slippery Selkie out of her skin.<\/p>\n<p>I want out. Out of this forest.<\/p>\n<p>To transform back to the cunning sea.<\/p>\n<p>She will heal me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>You have my heart, take my liver. My spleen. You f*cking Butcher. Carver. Carving me up. You can&#8217;t dissect me anymore. Not any more, than I dissect myself. Every word, Every touch, Every moment. I have picked them apart. At seeing them broken, I have&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":663,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7616","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7616","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\/663"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7616"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7616\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7677,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7616\/revisions\/7677"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7616"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7616"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7616"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}