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She Was Sweeter Than Rain<\/strong><\/p>\n In her sleep, the next morning seemed ridiculous. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n A.J. Huffman<\/strong> is a poet and freelance writer in Daytona Beach, Florida.\u00a0 She has previously published six collections of poetry all available on Amazon.com.\u00a0 She has also published her work in numerous national and international literary journals.\u00a0 Most recently, she has accepted the position as editor for four online poetry journals for Kind of a Hurricane Press\u00a0<\/a>\u00a0 Find more about A.J. Huffman, including additional information and links to her work on Facebook <\/a>and Twitter.<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" She Was Sweeter Than Rain In her sleep, the next morning seemed ridiculous. Inside the effect was . . . psychological.\u00a0 The stress of a first time in unbreathing skin revolted the feverish night and concentration.\u00a0 The hunger was into something too thin to be.\u00a0 Eyes accused (they were hunting).\u00a0 Their stares […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","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-4409","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4409","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=4409"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4409\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4411,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4409\/revisions\/4411"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4409"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4409"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4409"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nInside the effect was . . . psychological.\u00a0 The stress
\nof a first time in unbreathing skin revolted the feverish night
\nand concentration.\u00a0 The hunger was into something
\ntoo thin to be.\u00a0 Eyes
\naccused (they were hunting).\u00a0 Their stares
\nsaid everything burns hot enough.
\nIt was the same phrase I\u2019d heard
\nin my nightmare about the bed.<\/p>\n