{"id":8656,"date":"2015-06-13T15:14:27","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T19:14:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=8656"},"modified":"2015-06-28T15:07:19","modified_gmt":"2015-06-28T19:07:19","slug":"dark-alley-days","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/dark-alley-days\/","title":{"rendered":"Dark Alley Days"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>She loved this place<\/p>\n<p>Dark damp secluded<\/p>\n<p>One entrance one exit no escape<\/p>\n<p>The alley behind the blood bank<\/p>\n<p>Heavy with intoxicating scents of her favorite hot red human nectar<\/p>\n<p>Quiet and cool away from the crowd<\/p>\n<p>Away from clipboards and questions and bright lights hurting her eyes<br \/>\npiercing her translucent skin<\/p>\n<p>For the perfect price and promise of passion, they always followed<br \/>\nmelting into her welcoming arms and darkness<\/p>\n<p>Willing to give, willing to feed<br \/>\nher aching hunger<\/p>\n<p>Soft moans from dark shadows<\/p>\n<p>A whimper, a hush and a trance to forget.<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_9169\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-9169\" style=\"width: 495px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/loveandpain-edvardmunch1893.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-9169\" src=\"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/loveandpain-edvardmunch1893.jpg\" alt=\"Love &amp; Pain - Edvard Munch 1893. aka 'Vampire'\" width=\"495\" height=\"417\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/loveandpain-edvardmunch1893.jpg 495w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/loveandpain-edvardmunch1893-300x253.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 495px) 100vw, 495px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-9169\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Love &amp; Pain &#8211; Edvard Munch 1893. aka &#8216;Vampire&#8217;<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>She loved this place Dark damp secluded One entrance one exit no escape The alley behind the blood bank Heavy with intoxicating scents of her favorite hot red human nectar Quiet and cool away from the crowd Away from clipboards and questions and bright lights&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":79,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[646,60],"class_list":["post-8656","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-genre-poem-horror","tag-hour-4"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8656","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\/79"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8656"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8656\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15477,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8656\/revisions\/15477"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8656"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8656"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8656"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}