Two bowls of dead leaves,
Harvested from still living vines,
Sit on the table.
I haven’t thrown them out
Yet
Because I am considering grinding them up
And making tea,
So I can taste what it feels like
To wilt and die
Even when clearly being sustained by veins and arteries
Full of life.
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❤👽
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*** You’re having a rough morning, and want everyone to know, aren’t ya, Sweetums? Relax. That’s what drugs are for. ***
*** Sometimes I am ungrateful and full of angst. I am an entitled little shit. Always when I bleed does all of the hell come out with the crimson screaming. I need no pity, just marijuana. ***
*** Also, I was literally pruning one of my plants that was full of dead leaves buried under the living ones. I normally suck at taking care of plants, but I couldn’t stand the sight of them any more. So I picked them off… then poeming happened. ***
🍵🌱🥀🌺
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Is that a cup of green tea or a “bowl”? 🤣 Is there a bowl emoji?
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Great metaphor!
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Thank you! But seriously though, I was actually pruning a plant lol
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Who cares what inspired the metaphor? It’s great regardless.
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Lol Fair enough. Thank you!
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