{"id":348,"date":"2009-09-09T15:23:47","date_gmt":"2009-09-09T22:23:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/?p=348"},"modified":"2009-09-09T15:23:47","modified_gmt":"2009-09-09T22:23:47","slug":"pause","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/2009\/pause\/","title":{"rendered":"Pause"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\">There is always a pause<br \/>\nBefore death finally comes<br \/>\nA moment that lingers<br \/>\nBetween so very different worlds<br \/>\nAfter such labor<br \/>\nAnd such pain<br \/>\nWhen the breathing<br \/>\nBecomes so rapid<br \/>\nIt screeches out<br \/>\nScreaming its way<br \/>\nOut of your dry mouth<br \/>\nEach breath is an effort<br \/>\nLike no other<br \/>\nAs your lungs heave<br \/>\nTrying to keep going<br \/>\nKnowing you are almost there<br \/>\nThe race is almost over<br \/>\nYour time has come<br \/>\nAs your eyes<br \/>\nHang open<br \/>\nIn deep empty sockets<br \/>\nThat have become<br \/>\nAs dark as a storm<br \/>\nWatching every movement<br \/>\nKnowing it will be your last<br \/>\nYou will ever see<br \/>\nHoping to find an answer<br \/>\nTo all the questions<br \/>\nYou still had left<br \/>\nYour fingers twitch desperately<br \/>\nTry to fix<br \/>\nAll the things left broken<br \/>\nYour skin prickles<br \/>\nTrying to feel<br \/>\nAll that was never known<br \/>\nYour legs become restless<br \/>\nTrying to run that last<br \/>\nStretch of the race<br \/>\nWhen suddenly you hear it<br \/>\nThe noise you have been waiting for<br \/>\nDying for inside<br \/>\nA soft yet urgent call<br \/>\nSo you let your muscles loosen<br \/>\nAnd forget about all else<br \/>\nThere is nothing left to see<br \/>\nNothing left to touch<br \/>\nAll that is left broken<br \/>\nShall remain that way forever<br \/>\nAnd the race<br \/>\nIs finally complete<br \/>\nAs your breathing slows<br \/>\nA smile plays<br \/>\nOn your cracked lips<br \/>\nYou know it is time to go<br \/>\nThen the world seems to stop<br \/>\nStanding on its toes<br \/>\nThen the long pause<br \/>\nAnd you are no more<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There is always a pause Before death finally comes A moment that lingers Between so very different worlds After such labor And such pain When the breathing Becomes so rapid It screeches out Screaming its way Out of your dry mouth Each breath is an effort Like no other As your lungs heave Trying to [&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":[118,142,143],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/348"}],"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=348"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/348\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":349,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/348\/revisions\/349"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=348"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=348"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=348"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}