Bad Trip

A narrative poem.

Here’s my response to day 29 of the Halls of Pandemonium challenge. Today’s prompt was to write or story or poem that is told out-of-order.

I know it's there.
I smell its fetid breath
feel its creeping steps
hear its rumbling growl

The bag is small.
Containing five mushrooms
These are some next-level shit
Who wants one?

Do any of you guys want a pizza?
I'm going to go cook a pizza.
Should you be doing that alone?
Oh yeah, I'll be fine.

What have I done?

Colors and sounds
that had not existed before
surround me, go through me
and then the dark things come

I take the knife
I pierce the beast
over and over again
then it speaks with a human voice

In a cold sweat screaming
I sit up
You had a bad trip
You should be okay in a while

Ever the curious one
I raise my hand.
I'll take one.
You sure?

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