Blood swirled around the sinkhole
While I showered, in there an hour
At full power, half drowned
No clowning I slumped down
Screaming crying
Breathing like a breeder crowning
Getting out, my back squeaking
Against the bathtub, against glass
Hands pressed, I was caressed gently
But the room was empty save me
Hour or three lounging in towels
Testing perfumes off my keys
Mounds like flour, pound measures.
Alchemisland 
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