• halo

08/25/25 13:26

i can see it clear as day:
the night my halo slipped away and
shattered
against the ground
along with my heart, which
would soon burn to black.

my light was golden.
i arrived upon a soul
of a girl in distress.
she knew no god, but i
was her guardian angel.
i guided her from the shadows
and saved her from herself.
i kept her alive as she ached
and ached
and ached
and ached;
and i turned her ideations of death
into art
into poetry.

a terrifying sadness
became a most beautiful joy
as we, together,
grew happy.
’til we came upon another soul
battered
ruined
and in desperate need
for protection.
to them, we offered our soul.
they took it.
we saved their life.
they nearly ended ours.

i can see it clear as day:
the night my halo slipped away and
shattered
against the ground
along with my heart, which
would soon burn to black.
my form
my being
my fibers
shifted
twisted
into something less
palatable,
and as the girl hid herself away,
that the heartbreak might not kill her,
i scrambled about in a body not my own.

bathed in possession
drenched in desperation
ruined by attachment;
i twisted words into poetry
only to make everyone feel
worse.

i forgot who i was.
i’ve forgotten ever since.
but memory struck me today
and now i

can see it clear as day:
the night my halo slipped away and
shattered
against the ground
along with my heart, which
would soon burn
and burn
and burn
and burn
and burn
and burn
and burn
and burn
and burn