Tincture
Influx of pain in a raw cut,
Open skin torn apart by slash;
Deep broken grain with bloody glut,
Impact here worn by splintered clash;
Nerves carry feel of wounded strains,
Extreme hurts hurl a burning surge.
Taut iodine spills on dead cells plain,
Ignites in swirls where pain screams merge;
Next flesh debris in oozing squeeze,
Calm clout can match blood waves that clot;
True tact set free in cooling breeze,
Use first aid catch to relieve lot;
Refresh and join the flesh wound here,
Etch healing point that transcends tears.
Leon Enriquez
20 January 2016
Singapore
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