Mourning Light

Sweet air, thick and sticky

Another humid summer morning

Small beads of sweat, like dew drops adorning

Dancing on your skin in the early shine

Evaporating quickly

Thrown into the fire

Perspire

Porphyria takes a grip

Burning, sudden pain

Hold to shade

Leave lamps unlit

Fearing its’ presence

Longing for the night

Spend Apollo’s hours

Mourning the light

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