{"id":18433,"date":"2019-02-17T08:00:11","date_gmt":"2019-02-17T08:00:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=18433"},"modified":"2019-02-17T08:30:16","modified_gmt":"2019-02-17T08:30:16","slug":"meg-culp","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/meg-culp\/","title":{"rendered":"Meg Culp"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Sinking<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I don\u2019t often drown anymore<br \/>\nMost of the time, I feel obligated<br \/>\nTo a routine immersion<br \/>\nSome type of spiritless baptism<br \/>\nWhere the ocean pulls me to her floor<br \/>\nInto a sunken womb<br \/>\nWhere my bruises can be special<br \/>\nBut as black devours blue,<br \/>\nI\u2019m eager to drown<br \/>\nWaiting for the loose-legged ache<br \/>\nAnd my weightless asylum<br \/>\nAnd naturally, I am thankful<br \/>\nI\u2019m very aware now<br \/>\nTrusting myself is illogical<br \/>\nThough I can\u2019t ignore my skin<br \/>\nBeginning to pull-<br \/>\nMy hairs beginning to raise<br \/>\nMy swollen veins, rendering me home<br \/>\nMy tiny allies<br \/>\nWaking me<br \/>\nAnd I am once again thankful<br \/>\nFor these little bits of me<br \/>\nThe only courage I have left<br \/>\nBut what is courage worth<br \/>\nAt the bottom of the sea?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><strong>Meg Culp<\/strong> is an (almost) thirty year old mother of two living in Virginia. She married young and considers her good fortune and peaceful life an enigma. Meg\u2019s passion has, and will always be, poetry.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Sinking I don\u2019t often drown anymore Most of the time, I feel obligated To a routine immersion Some type of spiritless baptism Where the ocean pulls me to her floor Into a sunken womb Where my bruises can be special But as black devours blue, I\u2019m eager to drown Waiting for the [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-18433","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18433","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=18433"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18433\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18516,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18433\/revisions\/18516"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18433"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18433"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18433"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}