{"id":860,"date":"2021-08-22T14:31:16","date_gmt":"2021-08-22T13:31:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/johntownshend.com\/wordpress\/?p=860"},"modified":"2021-08-22T14:31:16","modified_gmt":"2021-08-22T13:31:16","slug":"the-tick","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jwt.quest\/wordpress\/the-tick\/","title":{"rendered":"The Tick"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<!--more Trigger warning: Self harm.-->\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The fickle leaves abandon the branch<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The Brown, the Yellow, and the Red. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The blood pours down the bark<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">With the treachery and the fear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The autumn nights; the everlasting gloom. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The people who drove the darkness in. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The ceiling\u2019s overbearing gaze<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">With the eyes that burn with the light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The waiting under the moonlit sky.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The dust and the chill in the breeze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The cold metal brain that runs the world<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">With no care for the lives under it\u2019s control.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The daily routine and the callous regret.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The delusion, the delay, the everlasting doom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The stars we can\u2019t touch and the flower seed fairies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">With no magic from the lifeless dead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The wooden chair; the creak in my back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The warning for the future of pain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The colour that runs from the skin<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">With the age of the irreversible clock. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The pang of the broken heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The selfish desire for the end. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The ecstasy and the knife sliding in<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Without the hesitation or the doubt. <br><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><br><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","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-860","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jwt.quest\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/860","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=860"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/jwt.quest\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/860\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jwt.quest\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=860"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jwt.quest\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=860"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jwt.quest\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=860"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}