Porphyria

Doubling over

She spills all she has

Gripping onto the bowl

With blisters in sight

And rashes that spread

She stays in the dark

ness of her room

Cramping up

Confused and weak

She wonders how

Far she's

fell

Into this

hell

Of pain and confusion

Her mind swirls

Her skin itches

And she stays in the dark

And hopes it passes

But like the sun

It'll rise

again