{"id":533,"date":"2016-03-08T15:11:38","date_gmt":"2016-03-08T15:11:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.umflint.edu\/writingcenter\/?p=533"},"modified":"2016-03-08T15:11:38","modified_gmt":"2016-03-08T15:11:38","slug":"maggie-bachler","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.umflint.edu\/writingcenter\/2016\/03\/08\/maggie-bachler\/","title":{"rendered":"Maggie Bachler"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>This poem, by Maggie Bachler, was the winner of the poetry category in our Love Stinks writing contest.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>She does not love me, no not at all<\/p>\n<p>She does not care, whether I fade nor fall<\/p>\n<p>A cold, cruel succubus; her kiss never gazed my lips<\/p>\n<p>I drank a cup of poison and, unfortunately, I live<\/p>\n<p>In an internal suffering, the sweet juice was so comforting<\/p>\n<p>A salty, soured, to be devoured<\/p>\n<p>Jewel I find, I want for mine<\/p>\n<p>Soothing touch, it shuddered to come<\/p>\n<p>Never was mine, though it was refined<\/p>\n<p>It was a devil, or demon I could not harness<\/p>\n<p>And so for that, I drew the carcass<\/p>\n<p>Out of a cold, chilling after nighmare<\/p>\n<p>For which I could not awake, I swear<\/p>\n<p>The grave burnt deeply, the grave burnt bright<\/p>\n<p>Our of a shuddering, sinister delight<\/p>\n<p>It heated in me, so effortlessly<\/p>\n<p>A strong resentment I did not want to name &#8216;jealousy&#8217;<\/p>\n<p>For you, for me, I wish them well<\/p>\n<p>But another part is bruised and swelled<\/p>\n<p>For while she was fair, I was scared<\/p>\n<p>And while she was confident, I was unaware<\/p>\n<p>How he stared at her, to love her so<\/p>\n<p>I threw myself on pity&#8217;s grave that hid my woes<\/p>\n<p>And there I died; a part of me inside<\/p>\n<p>I know I could not win, there was nowhere left to hide<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This poem, by Maggie Bachler, was the winner of the poetry category in our Love Stinks writing contest. &nbsp; She does not love me, no not at all She does not care, whether I fade nor fall A cold, cruel succubus; her kiss never gazed my lips I drank a cup of poison and, unfortunately, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":44,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-533","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.umflint.edu\/writingcenter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/533","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.umflint.edu\/writingcenter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.umflint.edu\/writingcenter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.umflint.edu\/writingcenter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/44"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.umflint.edu\/writingcenter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=533"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.umflint.edu\/writingcenter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/533\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":534,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.umflint.edu\/writingcenter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/533\/revisions\/534"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.umflint.edu\/writingcenter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=533"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.umflint.edu\/writingcenter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=533"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.umflint.edu\/writingcenter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=533"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}