{"id":8642,"date":"2015-06-13T15:14:33","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T19:14:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=8642"},"modified":"2015-06-13T15:14:33","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T19:14:33","slug":"hour-5-a-testament-to-a-tragedy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/hour-5-a-testament-to-a-tragedy\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 5 \u2014 A Testament to a Tragedy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I knew\u00a0Lucy since she was yay little<br \/>\nA demon in human form she&#8217;d always been<br \/>\nWith her crafty smiles and<br \/>\nher thoughts frothing with trickery<\/p>\n<p>Our family never took much heed of Lucy&#8217;s\u00a0many mischiefs<br \/>\nCaught up in\u00a0their own business, they let her be<br \/>\nShe repressed her subconscious need for attention<br \/>\nBy making strange friends<br \/>\nGoths and misfits, hanging out in shady, underground clubs<br \/>\nListening to their dark music, sung in guttural undertones<br \/>\nHer outlook pessimistic, her lifestyle stank of nihilism<\/p>\n<p>Our folks took notice when Lucy&#8217;s\u00a0grades started falling<br \/>\n(Of course I could plainly see\u00a0her downward spiral<br \/>\nBut nobody paid any attention to my snide remarks)<br \/>\nThe cut her allowance, her car privileges were withdrawn<br \/>\nLucy rebelled by turning to chemicals<br \/>\nHer friends too were on the same path<br \/>\nto the mire of apathy and self-destruction<br \/>\nSo no help there<\/p>\n<p>Last week they found Lucy<br \/>\nLying in the canal behind the factories<br \/>\nThe neighbors and the police swarmed\u00a0into our house<br \/>\nWhen tragedy strikes, people are drawn to the carnage<br \/>\nLike carrion flies to a corpse<br \/>\nApparently, Lucy had overdosed<br \/>\nHer &#8216;friends&#8217; had\u00a0dumped\u00a0her body<br \/>\nin the chemical-infested puddles behind the factory<br \/>\nTo confuse the cops<br \/>\nShe was 15<\/p>\n<p>I miss her\u00a0terribly<br \/>\nI knew her since she was a kid<br \/>\nShe was family<br \/>\nBut, being a cat<br \/>\nThere&#8217;s\u00a0only so much I could\u00a0do<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I knew\u00a0Lucy since she was yay little A demon in human form she&#8217;d always been With her crafty smiles and her thoughts frothing with trickery Our family never took much heed of Lucy&#8217;s\u00a0many mischiefs Caught up in\u00a0their own business, they let her be She repressed&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":648,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8642","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8642","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\/648"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8642"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8642\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9230,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8642\/revisions\/9230"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8642"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8642"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8642"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}