Argyria

You sounded like the name of a beautiful girl,
Argyria, but then you turned my skin purple
as the sunlight skinted off the silver deposits
in the molecular structure of my skin.

Slowly, then more quickly, I started to die,
Argyria, you stole my life away. Colloidal
silver, they said, was the cause as my
extremities began to twitch and my headaches
took me deep into hallucinatory battles
with demons of the netherworld.

Argyria, you were the cause of my
enzymes being suppressed