{"id":523,"date":"2009-02-27T06:54:21","date_gmt":"2009-02-27T03:54:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/?p=523"},"modified":"2009-02-27T07:01:03","modified_gmt":"2009-02-27T04:01:03","slug":"ebony-black","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/?p=523","title":{"rendered":"Ebony Black."},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-526\" title=\"1\" src=\"http:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/02\/2b5347c8a558d722f6849f2b8a22ed2c-300x237.jpg\" alt=\"1\" width=\"300\" height=\"237\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/02\/2b5347c8a558d722f6849f2b8a22ed2c-300x237.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/02\/2b5347c8a558d722f6849f2b8a22ed2c.jpg 935w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>You are not an illusion put aside. I can actually see right through you.<br \/>\nYou are not you. And I begin to crumple the paper;<br \/>\nOur crumpled hearts become indented.<\/p>\n<p>They are black,<br \/>\nThey are itched and dashed,<br \/>\nThe hearts do not last.<\/p>\n<p>You were once held.<br \/>\nYou were once loved.<\/p>\n<p>You. I draw the tracings of a ghost.<br \/>\nYou. I draw the contours of silence edging the shape of lips,<br \/>\nAnd I touch the ink to my lips and begin to taste it.<br \/>\nThe ink begins to flow as my tongue wets the ink.<\/p>\n<p>This tongue of mine is now colored black<br \/>\nAnd you say, You said,<br \/>\nA heart is always ebony black.<\/p>\n<p>My hair is black,<br \/>\nMy lashes are long.<br \/>\nMy heart is dark,<br \/>\nMy cheeks are bones.<br \/>\nAnd the surface to my heart<br \/>\nIs hard, as hard as a rock.<\/p>\n<p>You do not disappear.<br \/>\nYou always come back.<br \/>\nYou. You appear in a frame of a picture.<br \/>\nYou. You continue to stare at a fixture.<\/p>\n<p>As I draw our distance between a dream and fiction.<br \/>\nI have to tell you, I see right through you.<br \/>\nA heart of ebony black,<br \/>\nIt is never as dark as ebony black.<\/p>\n<p>Indented in our hearts is glass,<br \/>\nDo not pull it out.<br \/>\nEbony black is not so bad.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>You are not an illusion put aside. I can actually see right through you. You are not you. And I begin to crumple the paper; Our crumpled hearts become indented. They are black, They are itched and dashed, The hearts do not last. You were once held. You were once loved. You. I draw the [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8,3,5,7],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/523"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=523"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/523\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":527,"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/523\/revisions\/527"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=523"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=523"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=523"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}