{"id":18854,"date":"2019-04-11T08:00:33","date_gmt":"2019-04-11T08:00:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=18854"},"modified":"2019-04-11T08:13:09","modified_gmt":"2019-04-11T08:13:09","slug":"18854","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/18854\/","title":{"rendered":"Archita Mittra"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>letter to pluto<br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>in a parallel life, you were a dog<br \/>\nin technicolor\/ with meals &amp; a kid<\/p>\n<p>to play ball with\/ a family to mourn<br \/>\nyour death\/ but here, you\u2019re a change-<\/p>\n<p>ling child- misplaced, scrawny, too cold<br \/>\nfor a normal country fireplace to warm<\/p>\n<p>your barren heart\/ they \u00a0took you in<br \/>\nfor a while\/ when big brother neptune<\/p>\n<p>took you to that star-spangled city\/<br \/>\nyour face was an ellipse, in gleeful<\/p>\n<p>orbit\/ once sister saturn needed a moon<br \/>\nfor a school project &amp; you\u2019d have<\/p>\n<p>happily volunteered\/ but they threw<br \/>\nyou out, even when it was blue-eyed<\/p>\n<p>earth who was the odd one out\/ now<br \/>\nyou play with rock &amp; stone, let darkness<\/p>\n<p>grow on your prickly skin\/ you were<br \/>\nalways small enough to be squeezed<\/p>\n<p>into the luggage &amp; passed off<br \/>\nas contraband-<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Archita Mittra<\/strong> is a writer, artist and creator from Calcutta, India with a love for all things gothic, vintage and darkly fantastical. You can read more of her work on <a href=\"http:\/\/architamittra.wordpress.com\" data-saferedirecturl=\"https:\/\/www.google.com\/url?q=http:\/\/architamittra.wordpress.com&amp;source=gmail&amp;ust=1554037454962000&amp;usg=AFQjCNFvikkkQiyDFjRhUH8R-PsO3_GjcQ\">architamittra.wordpress.com<\/a> or follow her on Instagram, Twitter and Tumblr at @architamittra.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; letter to pluto in a parallel life, you were a dog in technicolor\/ with meals &amp; a kid to play ball with\/ a family to mourn your death\/ but here, you\u2019re a change- ling child- misplaced, scrawny, too cold for a normal country fireplace to warm your barren heart\/ they \u00a0took you [&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-18854","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18854","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=18854"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18854\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18932,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18854\/revisions\/18932"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18854"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18854"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18854"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}