Palate Cleanser
Ketamine treatments at a clinic, under medical supervision. For a while the noise in my head went quiet and the darkest thoughts closed off. It gave me the clarity to finally figure out what I actually wanted to order.
The needle finds the vein, a silver line
Crossing the border of space and time
The Maître D' lays down his heavy coat
The Franchise fades, the kitchen starts to float
The noise of the panic begins to cease
Wrapped in a blanket of chemical peace
I’m leaving the table, I’m leaving the room
Floating away from the impending doom
A spoonful of ice to freeze the tongue
To quiet the song that the panic sung
Dissolve the salt, dissolve the sweet
Forget the bread and forget the meat
It’s a Palate Cleanser, cold and white
Turning off the noise and turning off the light
Wash it away
Reset the mouth
Before the hunger turns further south
Just... float
I look down at the body sitting in the chair
The heavy machine with the absent hair
I see the starvation, I see the strain
But I’m observing from a different plane
The "Nausea" is gone, the "Sugar" is dead
The "Cortisol Wall" is crumbling inside the head
The receptors are scrubbing the history clean
Restarting the ghost inside the machine
A spoonful of ice to freeze the tongue
To quiet the song that the panic sung
Dissolve the salt, dissolve the sweet
Forget the bread and forget the meat
It’s a Palate Cleanser, cold and white
Turning off the noise and turning off the light
Wash it away
Reset the mouth
Before the hunger turns further south
Just... float
The taste of the failure is washing away
I’m ready for the dawn of a different day
The hunger remains, but the sickness is gone
I know what to eat
I know what I want
I’m clean
I’m clean
The table is reset
The silverware shines
Bring me the menu
The real one
It’s mine