Psychedelic Reality

by Rohit Das

Grey cells discombobulated,

arteries screaming through skin,

the melting epidermis. 

Blood shod, tympanum screeching

one last time before bleeding

Into the cochlea. 

"Hello? This can't be!" 

"Hello?" 

Scrutiny turned deaf too, 

baked in volcanic desire. 

Veins erupting with red ink; 

conscience dazed into oblivion.

Some constant feeling, 

uninterrupted yet re-re-resisted.

I fel-felt dizzzzzzzzz-zy. 

"Turned into a corpse yet?"

"Crushed cyanide? No!" 

Eyelids expanding 

into the contracting brain. 

"I need answers!" 

"Sleep!" Sedation cascading

into my pupils; 

walls crushing me to a pea. 

"Answers!" 

Lysergic acid diethylamide. 

The Dragonfly strangled me,

intensifying the psychedelics.

Serotonin manipulation: 

the old school drug venture.

Skies suffering seizure: 

ejaculated neon enveloped

my mortified groans into delirium. 

"Water. I'm dopamine logged." 

"No! Not methylated!" 

"No! I ca-can't" 

Wrapped in neon, 

I swirled in the kaleidoscope 

of my amorphous sins 

that I snorted. 

Gluttony overtook trust 

as I ravaged on the edibles

my friends coaxed me into

alcohol a moment later. 

Cardiac protests rallied 

against the brittle ribs 

swirling in the night sky. 

This sudden heave of knowledge;

Universe encapsulated 

my glitchy perception. 

Cerebellum tripping numerically: 

"01000100 01000101 01000001 01000100" 

*

Lips drenched in poison and slime,

I drifted into a wormhole, 

just to see the planet of life 

poisoned just the same. 

Hallucinating salvation, 

shot right into the cortex, 

pellets of polluted Botulinum 

with disguised sapiens 

veiling their bacterial carcass. 

Stoned into the trip, 

the planet swayed, 

plastic embossed; choking 

into the jinx of humanity. 

Waterlogging its arterial streets, 

emptied from the oceanic kidneys.

Mounting its excreta onto skin 

from the urethral limbs of mankind.

The alternate reality gave way.

Reincarnation awaited 

as the patterns slowed down 

on the neon kaleidoscope. 

Earth took over my soul. 

"Blood-thirsty vengeance? Yes."

Cyanides against Botulinum. 

"S-s-sleep." Unconscious. 

Pupils dilated into gruesome reality,

Light reflecting toxic wounds. 

Perhaps the planet spoke to me.

Revenge is what it seeks. 

"No! No! The psychedelics!" 

"We reside in the cerebellum!" 

Regurgitating edibles, 

I witnessed the human deed on my floor.

Perhaps the trip would last a while,

the man-made drug crumbling 

the earthly cerebrum. 

Dopamine enhanced; 

swirling violence in the system.

We witness in quarantine. 

"Hello? This can't be! Sapiens!"

"Hello?" 

The human scrutiny uncaptured.

Earth turned deaf, 

drenched in a psychedelic round.

None know the end. 

"Hello?”

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Rohit Das is a student and emerging writer based in India. A graduate of the University of Calcutta, Rohit explores diverse genres including science fiction, drama, geopolitical and equality themes, and romance. Beyond writing, he enjoys singing, debating, coin collecting, and drawing, channeling his creativity and curiosity into both his artistic and academic pursuits.