{"id":8564,"date":"2015-06-13T13:48:14","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T17:48:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=8564"},"modified":"2015-06-13T13:48:14","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T17:48:14","slug":"the-bones-speak","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/the-bones-speak\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;The Bones Speak&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I watched the girl as she waded knee deep in the swamps and reefs.<\/p>\n<p>I watched as she was flailing in the bushes.<\/p>\n<p>How could I not?<\/p>\n<p>She made enough ruckus to raise the dead.<\/p>\n<p>Her feeble attempts to pry the chest from my fingers only resolved my ire.<\/p>\n<p>Did she think the gold would somehow usher her off of the island?<\/p>\n<p>What a fool!<\/p>\n<p>The gold is a curse, a mere tool.<\/p>\n<p>Soon she will be no more than a pile of bones on a desolate isle-<\/p>\n<p>Just like me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I watched the girl as she waded knee deep in the swamps and reefs. I watched as she was flailing in the bushes. How could I not? She made enough ruckus to raise the dead. Her feeble attempts to pry the chest from my fingers&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":65,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8564","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8564","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\/65"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8564"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8564\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8600,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8564\/revisions\/8600"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8564"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8564"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8564"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}