The new prison

Is worse than the old one

I'm monitored

Minute by minute

Hour by hour

Day by day 

They look at me closely

And make sure I eat

The required hospital meal

Liz 

Stop eating

Get out

Anorexia is still there

Still a nagging intruder 

In my own head

I thought I'd be only there

For a couple nights

Or something

But they tell me

It'll be at least a month

And I began to cry

One month of proper eating

One month of no weighing

One month of no starving

Friends come visit

People I vaguely remember

Bringing flowers, games and books

Relatives come

With chocolates, I'll never eat

And outdated magazines

Sleep passes time best

So I close my eyes 

And just drift into the world of dreams