{"id":5747,"date":"2019-04-08T15:28:11","date_gmt":"2019-04-08T20:28:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=5747"},"modified":"2019-04-08T15:28:11","modified_gmt":"2019-04-08T20:28:11","slug":"ethereal","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2019\/04\/08\/ethereal\/","title":{"rendered":"Ethereal"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 500;\">She came to me in a whirlwind of majestic simplicity times three.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 500;\">Her ethereal beauty stood out in a way that could not be explained.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 500;\">Unpredictable, one might call it,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 500;\">with a touch of charisma that you could sense from miles away.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 500;\">She was out of this world with her bright purple hair,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 500;\">roots coated in black.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 500;\">Her skin the color of a ripe green apple.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 500;\">The ones on mother&#8217;s table that never had a chance to rot.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 500;\">This world was never enough for her,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 500;\">always in search for the lovely underneath this cruel eclipse.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 500;\">Finding nothing never surprised her,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 500;\">yet it always disappointed her.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 500;\">Leaving as quickly as she came,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 500;\">this was never her home.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 500;\">Crying her back,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 500;\">in hopes of a return.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>She came to me in a whirlwind of majestic simplicity times three. Her ethereal beauty stood out in a way that could not be explained. &nbsp; Unpredictable, one might call it, with a touch of charisma that you could sense from miles away. &nbsp; She was out of this world with her bright purple hair, &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2019\/04\/08\/ethereal\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Ethereal&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":41,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5747"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/41"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5747"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5747\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5756,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5747\/revisions\/5756"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5747"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5747"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5747"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}