{"id":3926,"date":"2024-05-07T08:00:00","date_gmt":"2024-05-07T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/?p=3926"},"modified":"2024-05-03T15:18:25","modified_gmt":"2024-05-03T13:18:25","slug":"three-mirrors","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/2024\/05\/three-mirrors\/","title":{"rendered":"Three mirrors."},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"has-text-align-right has-normal-font-size\"><strong>Author:<\/strong>&nbsp;M.W<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-normal-font-size\" style=\"font-style:normal;font-weight:600\">I.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>if we spoke we lied<br>the truth was false too<br>i needed to see my reflection in your eyes<br>if we saw delphie s oracle she would tell us what is not and it would become tell me i<br>will become i will i promise<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-style:normal;font-weight:600\">II.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It came upon me like the heart of an oncoming storm<br>Or a vision of a fate like death<br>That if you saw the woman in my mirror<br>You would not know who she was.<br>If you saw the woman that I am<br>In the privacy of my own mind<br>You would understand her no more than you understood<br>The slim facets of her you glimpsed that summer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-style:normal;font-weight:600\">III.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>There is no heaven here, nor salvation.<br>In the cold tomb of the Capulets.<br>There was none neither in your arms<br>Only dead birds, limp feathers.<br><br>The flesh beneath the scab is only ever half healed.<br>You never let it scar.<br>You don\u2019t want to find another heart to fidget with,<br>And find yourself at the end of the summer with twice as many scared arms.<br><br>An old woman will pick up a ruined doll from a playground at dusk,<br>She will cradle the young thing\u2019s face.<br>Wipe away the bootprint stains<br>And give it back some grace.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Author:&nbsp;M.W I. if we spoke we liedthe truth was false tooi needed to see my reflection in your eyesif we saw delphie s oracle she would tell us what is not and it would become tell me iwill become i will i promise II. It came upon me like the heart of an oncoming stormOr [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1002190,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_seopress_robots_primary_cat":"","_seopress_titles_title":"","_seopress_titles_desc":"","_seopress_robots_index":"","footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[80],"tags":[36],"class_list":{"0":"post-3926","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-2024-spring","7":"tag-poetry"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3926","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1002190"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3926"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3926\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4228,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3926\/revisions\/4228"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3926"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3926"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3926"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}