In a sudden, cruel twist of fate, Tissue torn from its binding state, Avulsion strikes with force untamed, Leaving wounds where life once claimed.
A sharp impact, a forceful blow, Injuries severe from head to toe, Trauma's grip in accidents bold, Leaving bodies battered, stories untold.
Industrial zones, machinery's might, Where limbs entangled in the night, Avulsion's mark on flesh and bone, A consequence where danger's grown.
And in the wild, teeth bared and raw, Animal bites leave a painful claw, Tissue torn from its sacred place, Leaving scars that time can't erase.
Avulsion wounds, a serious plight, Demanding care to set things right, Immediate aid to staunch the flow, Prevent infection, healing's slow.
Surgical hands with gentle grace, Repairing what was torn from place, Tendons, muscles, bones restored, In the battle against avulsion's sword.
Let us not forget the pain endured, Injuries severe, their toll assured, But in the hands of those who mend, Hope revives where wounds portend.
Avulsion, a testament to life's frailty, Yet in healing's light, we find reality, To cherish bodies, whole and sound, With gratitude for healing found.
