{"id":2790,"date":"2011-01-01T21:50:35","date_gmt":"2011-01-02T05:50:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/?p=2790"},"modified":"2011-01-01T21:50:35","modified_gmt":"2011-01-02T05:50:35","slug":"wolf-child-crossroads","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/2011\/wolf-child-crossroads\/","title":{"rendered":"Wolf Child (Crossroads)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\">They say you found me<br \/>\nAt a crossroads unmarked<br \/>\nBut a split all the same<br \/>\nThe child born for a civilized world<br \/>\nAnd the daughter raised by wolves<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">They say I was savage<br \/>\nI did not know I had hands<br \/>\nOnly teeth to get my way<br \/>\nI fought for all I wanted<br \/>\nEven if it meant fighting you<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">They say I had hair like tendrils<br \/>\nA mass of wild tree branches<br \/>\nTangled in my curls<br \/>\nUntamed by mans hands<br \/>\nBut still gentle under yours<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">They say I had eyes like emeralds<br \/>\nThat shone with a feral gleam<br \/>\nThe wolves hungry stare<br \/>\nHaunting your every step<br \/>\nCould always find you in the dark<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">They say I had lips red and bright<br \/>\nLike blood newly spilt<br \/>\nLips that curled like burning paper<br \/>\nSmiling with a knowing smirk<br \/>\nThat could only belong to the wild<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">They say I had skin like ivory<br \/>\nDesired yet cold and hard<br \/>\nThe prize that wasn\u2019t what it seemed<br \/>\nSo full of life yet unliving<br \/>\nAn ivory statue for a child<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">They say you should have left me there<br \/>\nFor nature to dispose of<br \/>\nThat I belonged to the wild<br \/>\nAnd not a house to come home to<br \/>\nTo leave me there at the crossroads<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">The wolves taught me to survive<br \/>\nBut you taught me to love<br \/>\nThe wild taught me to be cold<br \/>\nBut you taught me there was more to life<br \/>\nThan the fight for life I always lived<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>They say you found me At a crossroads unmarked But a split all the same The child born for a civilized world And the daughter raised by wolves They say I was savage I did not know I had hands Only teeth to get my way I fought for all I wanted Even if it [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[943,1478,952,1479,1244,165],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2790"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2790"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2790\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2791,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2790\/revisions\/2791"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2790"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2790"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2790"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}