She had pale blue eyes
And hands as delicate
As any bird
5 ft tall
And barely 65 pounds
There wasn’t much to little Mary
I had my own problems
Unseen demons voices
And serious CIA persecution
We spent a couple months together
On the locked adolescent ward
Mary would always lounge around the day room
Smiling coyly at me
Nurses would come and yell and plead with her
To drink her protein supplements
(Mary never ate solid food)
Something I would get her to drink her shakes
By promising her a kiss
(there was no touching allowed on the ward)
I bitterly fought my psychosis
As Mary slowly wasted a way
The time arose and passed
Little Mary died one summer day
She had starved herself to nothing
She called out for me
But I could not bring myself to watch it happen
There are some people too good for this world