{"id":98361,"date":"2021-06-26T22:13:24","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T02:13:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=98361"},"modified":"2021-07-19T00:26:08","modified_gmt":"2021-07-19T04:26:08","slug":"climax","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/climax\/","title":{"rendered":"Climax"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>They fell in love.<\/p>\n<p>As with all good fiction<br \/>\nthey fell in love at first sight.<\/p>\n<p>It was the purest love with all the<br \/>\nvengeance and spite hell could muster.<\/p>\n<p>A love of hate and wrath and evil deeds;<br \/>\nbut boundless, indescribable love nonetheless.<\/p>\n<p>Each time they saw one another<br \/>\ntheir love blossomed like foxglove<br \/>\nat the edge of a ditch where deer won\u2019t feed.<\/p>\n<p>And, with each passing moment,<br \/>\ntheir passion grew into<\/p>\n<p><em>visceral rage <\/em><\/p>\n<p>so unfathomably large it knocked Satan\u2019s<br \/>\nworst cherubim to earth.<\/p>\n<p>It grew and grew.<\/p>\n<p>It blossomed!<br \/>\nIt seeded the earth with millions of<br \/>\nhate filled thoughts and wicked wishes<br \/>\nfor the other at every turn of the<br \/>\ntickling hands of fate.<\/p>\n<p>Until one day they had to speak<br \/>\na thought or two about some<br \/>\ninnocuous topic of mutual vehemence,<br \/>\nleading to that one thing he swore he could<\/p>\n<p><em>never do with her of all people on earth!<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>They kissed! <\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>They made up! <\/em><\/p>\n<p>They made up together in one grand, passionate scene<br \/>\ndescribed in such a lascivious manner that any<br \/>\ngood Christian might soon wander into the nearest pub<\/p>\n<p><em>in search of a devil!<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>They fell in love. As with all good fiction they fell in love at first sight. It was the purest love with all the vengeance and spite hell could muster. A love of hate and wrath and evil deeds; but boundless, indescribable love nonetheless. Each&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":189,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[1203,504],"class_list":["post-98361","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses","tag-passion","tag-romance"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/98361","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\/189"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=98361"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/98361\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":104528,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/98361\/revisions\/104528"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=98361"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=98361"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=98361"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}