Here lies all the pieces of my existence stolen from ignorance, taken from my hands without question. Seldom did I even notice I was being depleted. My hands left to sieves, even what I wanted to hold onto slipped through. I created my new existence from the ground up, debris collected, what fell through the sieve I swept into bones and skin. I am made intricate like spider webs, like little fingers ripping heads - when did I lose my ability to discern the truth? I made it hard to find myself. A couple times swallowed poison I thought was medicine- takes a while to extract from the bloodstream. Followed me sometimes into the depths of my dreams, shape shifting into snakes and endless seas. Woke up those nights drowning in the depths of my own fear infused lies. I learned to weave quite intricately, presenting beauty that is a trap for death. Learned to live without mind on my shoulders, ripped up my own head and plucked out each limb. Funny, though, how weaving intricate webs taught me to put myself back together again- weaving beauty into the veins, trapping poisoned blood and killing the pain. Draw out the demons, and only truth will remain.