Magic Mushrooms

by arsalan   Mar 12, 2018


Taste of moss,
Green as if gone wrong
Nausea kicks in, legs tense up
It kicks in, can't read time
Faces distort, paintings move
Pictures breathe, eyes dilate.

"I'm high on shrooms"
My brain says.
What do you see?
My friend asks:
"Everything" I respond.

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