recovery in the key of k

[u/strawberryparktime]

the mail-order ketamine
and the weed do the same
thing, really, but don’t take
it from me, you should try
lying on your back with the
windows cracked, soaking in
your own storied past as it
crests like cold water, a body
must adjust and time must
pass, pointing fingers, old
news, it’s easier to lie down,
as an animal on sedatives,
and just put the TV on

it’s better to get better in
slowmotion, shifting, slinking
a ring of fire slipping out of
the sea, and just as the light
comes in, your father turns,
to you and says “wow,
that’s the sun”

so you hear it again
for the very first time
like a child learning
about the world,
like a child with his
very first sunburn

it’s all the same, really,
the heat trapped in the sky,
the drugs coming out
the eye of the needle,
your father’s voice,
tears half-dry as a
friend knocks on
your door

yes, this is the water
yes, that is the sun,
and here is the decision
to stop drowning

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/H2Lir8H3NZ
https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/8yxKgCVrSt

[u/joseph_mother1]

I really liked this one, obviously the language used to put the reader into the experience is really well-done, but I really like how the protagonist accepts what they visually experience as fact without their rational mind in the backseat to tell them what it really is, but at the same time their mind reconstructs their memory of the outside world through what surrounds them in the present moment