{"id":93456,"date":"2021-06-26T16:01:13","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T20:01:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=93456"},"modified":"2021-06-27T03:33:37","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T07:33:37","slug":"ode-to-repressed-memories","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/ode-to-repressed-memories\/","title":{"rendered":"Ode to repressed memories"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Shrieks. Uncovered memory.<br \/>\nGet up. Get out.<br \/>\nVulnerable, trusting, three years<br \/>\nold. Afraid of the dark, of dark<br \/>\nsmiles, of dark men. Screams<br \/>\nthat bleed the throat,<br \/>\nphlegm and blood and mucus.<br \/>\nWake up. Get out.<br \/>\nNavy shirt, Navy hand,<br \/>\nnavy darkness when he flips<br \/>\nthe switch. Flesh under small<br \/>\nsoft nails, begging to be heard.<br \/>\nPlease. Listen. Please. Help.<br \/>\nBrushed off, lively<br \/>\nimagination, lights turned<br \/>\noff. Still there with eyes<br \/>\nopened, with hands filled<br \/>\nwith acorn curls, large strong<br \/>\nnails hiding flesh beneath.<br \/>\nGet up. Get out.<br \/>\nCoughs producing blood. Get<br \/>\nit all out. Purge. Purge the phlegm<br \/>\nand mucus and memory.<br \/>\nCome back.<br \/>\nScream. Scream. Scream. Scream.<br \/>\nAfraid of the dark. Every light<br \/>\non. He\u2019s still there, gentle voice.<br \/>\nSlapped on the shoulder, embraced<br \/>\nby those brighter than he. Brushed<br \/>\noff. Begging. Screaming.<br \/>\nCold tile beneath. Get out.<br \/>\nWake up. Screams and coughs.<br \/>\nAfraid of dark men and their dark<br \/>\nsmiles. Helpless and three years<br \/>\nold. Ignored. Overreacting.<br \/>\nActive imagination. Screams.<br \/>\nWake up. Come back.<br \/>\nUrine on tile, ice pack on crown.<br \/>\nScream. Blood. Purge. Wake up. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Shrieks. Uncovered memory. Get up. Get out. Vulnerable, trusting, three years old. Afraid of the dark, of dark smiles, of dark men. Screams that bleed the throat, phlegm and blood and mucus. Wake up. Get out. Navy shirt, Navy hand, navy darkness when he flips&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1119,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-93456","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/93456","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\/1119"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=93456"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/93456\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":93513,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/93456\/revisions\/93513"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=93456"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=93456"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=93456"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}