{"id":88936,"date":"2021-06-26T10:52:47","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T14:52:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=88936"},"modified":"2021-06-26T10:52:47","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T14:52:47","slug":"hour-two-image-prompt","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/hour-two-image-prompt\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour Two, Image Prompt"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Reflective<\/p>\n<p>Angry words flew between my love and I,<br \/>\npropelled me away from our shared space,<br \/>\nstomping my way to our kitchen,<br \/>\nred fury in my eyes<br \/>\nand black thoughts in my head<br \/>\nas my hands filled the sink<br \/>\nwith stacked dirty dishes<br \/>\nand boiling hot water.<\/p>\n<p>I squirted dish soap<br \/>\ninto the flowing water<br \/>\nwith one vicious squeeze<br \/>\nand a string of minuscule bubbles<br \/>\nshot out around my face and shoulders,<br \/>\nstartling my mind away<br \/>\nfrom thoughts of what I would wear to his funeral one day,<br \/>\ngrudgingly barking a short laugh at myself.<\/p>\n<p>Transfixed, my eyes tracked<br \/>\neach bubble,<br \/>\nreflected colors streaking their surfaces,<br \/>\nand tiny kitchen snapshots<br \/>\nwith tiny me in their center<br \/>\nwatching each implode, disappear,<br \/>\nwith a near inaudible<br \/>\npop,<br \/>\npop,<br \/>\npop,<br \/>\nbut for one holdout<br \/>\ncaught on the towel roll<br \/>\nin front of my eyes.<\/p>\n<p>There it stayed<br \/>\nfor an eternity,<br \/>\nlonger than any bubble<br \/>\nhad a right to remain,<br \/>\nand I told myself<br \/>\nto move,<br \/>\nconvinced I could not<br \/>\nuntil it popped,<br \/>\nand waited,<br \/>\nunmoving,<br \/>\nwaited,<br \/>\nstilled,<br \/>\nwaited.<\/p>\n<p>Pop.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Reflective Angry words flew between my love and I, propelled me away from our shared space, stomping my way to our kitchen, red fury in my eyes and black thoughts in my head as my hands filled the sink with stacked dirty dishes and boiling&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":308,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-88936","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/88936","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\/308"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=88936"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/88936\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":89106,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/88936\/revisions\/89106"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=88936"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=88936"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=88936"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}