Piece By Piece Poem by Lore Me34

She heard from her doctor today he told her that he would have to remove her arm soon. She hung up the phone and with tears forming in her eyes she staggers and look at herself in the mirror. She sees that she's been losing her body piece by piece. Six months ago she had her left leg up to the knee removed. And a year before that she had the foot on that same left leg removed. Even before that she had my right arm cut off to the bicep. Now she gets a call from her doctor telling her he has to do the same with her right arm. She knows without all the amputation she would have died because of her poor blood circulation but sometimes she wonders would it had been better to just die at an earlier age whole then watching her body leave her piece by piece.