Piece by piece-
My arms burdened me
Too heavy to lift,
But they move slightly
And just enough-
To cut 'ambilevous'
Ties-

Piece-by-piece,
It regrows.
And I'm besieging inside-
'Pretending'
Because it's the pretense that counts,

I tell my feet
While covered in mud
So I wouldn't see them--

I couldn't feel them,

Piece by piece
They erode and I question-
Help?