In wounds that linger, hidden deep,
A silent danger starts to creep.
The S of Size, it tells the tale,
The wound grows larger, frail and pale.
Next, T for Temperature rise,
A fevered heat beneath the skies,
A sign that battle lines are drawn,
Infection stirs before the dawn.
O is Os, to bone it may go,
Probing deep where shadows grow.
If bone is touched, beware the sight,
For deeper woes may come to light.
The N for New breakdown, fresh and sore,
Where healthy skin was whole before.
A wound reborn, now breaking free,
A sign of deeper agony.
E for Erythema, red and bright,
With Edema swelling in the light.
Inflamed, the tissues ache and weep,
As infection takes a hold so deep.
E again, for Exudate's flood,
Pus and fluid, a growing flood.
The body’s cry, the wound’s lament,
A call for aid, for healing sent.
And last, S for Smell, a telltale sign,
A foul odor, sharp, malign.
It whispers secrets in the air,
That deeper troubles may be there.
So heed the signs, the wound’s soft plea,
For STONEES guides us, clear and free.
In each letter, a warning sound,
To help the healer, wisdom bound.
