{"id":1293,"date":"2024-08-12T16:44:24","date_gmt":"2024-08-12T15:44:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/johntownshend.com\/wordpress\/?p=1293"},"modified":"2025-03-01T11:00:06","modified_gmt":"2025-03-01T11:00:06","slug":"instadeath-by-tw-and-john","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jwt.quest\/wordpress\/instadeath-by-tw-and-john\/","title":{"rendered":"Instadeath by TW and John"},"content":{"rendered":"\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Alone, walking down the alley<br \/>Rain dripping off an overhanging branch <br \/>Red light spills from a passing police car<br \/>Casting a shadow that climbs the wall<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The searing siren slowly dies<br \/>As an eerie sense tickles my spine<br \/>A clap of thunder deafens my ears<br \/>I look to the safety of my phone<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I can feel all my boundaries crashing down<br \/>Followers go up but my smile becomes a frown<br \/>All I wanted was to feel I was watched<br \/>Only I\u2019m concerned as likes get notched<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I look around but no one\u2019s there<br \/>Although this feels like a real nightmare <br \/>Something\u2019s out there I cannot see<br \/>An evil presence creeping up on me<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">At the end of the alley is an open field <br \/>Such wide open space would be like a shield <br \/>Lightning strikes growing fears<br \/>Briefly shines on my crimson tears<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Someone\u2019s around that much I know <br \/>I can get to safety if I go<br \/>An arm on my shoulder, I scream and cry!<br \/>Who has been following me and will I die?<br \/><br \/><\/p>\r\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Alone, walking down the alleyRain dripping off an overhanging branch Red light spills from a passing police carCasting a shadow that climbs the wall The searing siren slowly diesAs an eerie sense tickles my spineA clap of thunder deafens my earsI look to the safety of my phone I can feel all my boundaries crashing &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/jwt.quest\/wordpress\/instadeath-by-tw-and-john\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Instadeath by TW and John<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1293","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jwt.quest\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1293","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jwt.quest\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jwt.quest\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jwt.quest\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jwt.quest\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1293"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/jwt.quest\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1293\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1923,"href":"https:\/\/jwt.quest\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1293\/revisions\/1923"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jwt.quest\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1293"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jwt.quest\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1293"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jwt.quest\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1293"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}