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Devil\u2019s bridge<\/strong><\/p>\n Follow me, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Devil\u2019s bridge Follow me, tie your tongue and leave the words at the car. I know you want to say them but I need you to fill your lungs with my apologies, just breathe them in slowly. Find me amongst birch, alder and aspen. Help me grind myself into the soil, so it […]<\/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-20300","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20300","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=20300"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20300\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20301,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20300\/revisions\/20301"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=20300"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=20300"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=20300"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\ntie your tongue and leave
\nthe words at the car.
\nI know you want to say them
\nbut I need you to fill
\nyour lungs
\nwith my apologies,
\njust breathe them in
\nslowly.
\nFind me amongst birch,
\nalder and aspen.
\nHelp me grind myself
\ninto the soil,
\nso it replaces cuticles
\nseeps through pores.
\nListen to the silence
\nand revel in the breaking of it.
\nThe water rushing over rocks,
\nledges and lost
\nbelongings.
\nThreaten to push me through
\ntired rope
\ninto rock pools and foam.
\nNo, hold me;
\nwe are only here for a day.<\/p>\n