{"id":3073,"date":"2017-02-25T17:32:32","date_gmt":"2017-02-25T17:32:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/?p=3073"},"modified":"2017-08-01T22:28:54","modified_gmt":"2017-08-01T22:28:54","slug":"the-creature","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2017\/02\/25\/the-creature\/","title":{"rendered":"The Creature"},"content":{"rendered":"
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  1. With each footstep of hope, descend\u00a0into the hole,<\/li>\n
  2. The water wicking\u00a0up, now pulling at my soul.<\/li>\n
  3. And flung upon my back a bag of ashen\u00a0bones;<\/li>\n
  4. The closer that I get, the louder grow their moans.<\/li>\n
  5. I stand within the grave, a tightness in my chest,<\/li>\n
  6. My heart beating so fast, and all I want is rest.<\/li>\n
  7. And then I\u2019m thrown inside, and buried while alive<\/li>\n
  8. And I can only feel the draining of my life.<\/li>\n
  9. But while I\u2019m\u00a0in my tomb, my skin begins to split,<\/li>\n
  10. A thing had grown inside and now no longer fits.<\/li>\n
  11. A creature soon comes forth, naked\u00a0but clothed in blood.<\/li>\n
  12. It takes my heart and mind, then reaches through the flood.<\/li>\n
  13. Its hand enclasps a wrist, which holds it sure and tight.<\/li>\n
  14. And with a pull so swift, it brings it to the light.<\/li>\n
  15. Emerging from the crypt, the creature starts to change.<\/li>\n
  16. Abandoning its host, freed from its fleshy cage.<\/li>\n
  17. And then at once I see through its fresh, virgin eyes<\/li>\n
  18. And feel its beating heart that once had beat as mine.<\/li>\n
  19. I stood upon the grave, where I had stood before,<\/li>\n
  20. But in a body new and different in my core.<\/li>\n
  21. Then of a sudden flames surrounded my new flesh,<\/li>\n
  22. Embraced me as a dove, then left me, pure and fresh.<\/li>\n
  23. I grabbed the ferrous rod and closed the gate behind,<\/li>\n
  24. And with my first new step, began the gruelling climb.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

    With each footstep of hope, descend\u00a0into the hole, The water wicking\u00a0up, now pulling at my soul. And flung upon my back a bag of ashen\u00a0bones; The closer that I get, the louder grow their moans. I stand within the grave, a tightness in my chest, My heart beating so fast, and all I want is […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3074,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"advanced_seo_description":"","jetpack_seo_html_title":"","jetpack_seo_noindex":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[45],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3073","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/siever.ca\/kim\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2017\/08\/grave-2036220_1920.jpg?fit=1574%2C1050&ssl=1","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4NkW7-Nz","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":3272,"url":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2018\/02\/05\/ashes-to-ashes\/","url_meta":{"origin":3073,"position":0},"title":"Ashes to Ashes","author":"Kim Siever","date":"5 February 2018","format":false,"excerpt":"Thrown into the fire, and what remained was charred. 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