head shop blues by bleakshoes (ruth)
head shop blues

by bleakshoes (ruth) death stories

bleakshoes ruth • 18 • she/they
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a poem about life, death, and the joy in each.

head shop blues by bleakshoes (ruth)

there is music to help plants grow

crystals for your aura

scents for your maladies

and smokes for your demons.

i hope to be a radiating light

for the ghosts and creatures that inhabit

this One-and-Only realm.

i wish to give so much

and take so little

that when i die, all that remains

of my life and times

is a headstone and my children.

i desire only to return to the soil

to feed the planet that created me

and to return to our plane of subjective existence.

the blurry home that is where i was

before i was.

i wish only to go in peace

to have stretched my roots long and far

to become a piece of the forest floor

and to feel the sun on my leaves

along with every soul residing in this

grave or

home or


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