Alchemisland

Bleach-scented ward and warfarin thick blood machine spun, 

Pus-sunbursted the xanthous suture prodded at, maths class soon thereafter, 

Surely my jury deduces experience and aversion correlate, bloodsoaked plaster, 

Dressings and Christlike undressed flesh, wounds of brothers worse for blood ties.

My (master) Self flees adversity like a caveman at the voice of his god the wind