She had an I.V
Line attached to her arm
She seemed a bit impatient and sat on the bed
Looked at me with that 'what the heck are you looking at' kinda-face
Her bed lay across from mine, I had nothing else to focus my gaze on
Her teeth were rotten
Her skin was pale
Her eyes of the yellowish type usually found on addicts of a certain kind
Her name was Ivy
All she wanted was more pain killers
Surprisingly, nurses and doctors refused her requests
I realized she'd been here before
As soon as the nurse got distracted
Ivy pulled the I.V line from her arm and shoved the needle down her throat
I won't describe what came after
A scene of blood, asphyxia, and a tragic death
I remember Ivy, so frail, as life itself