My halo is a cheap chew toy
which I gnaw on like a teething infant,
wanting to bite hard, finding only tender gums.
Calloused fingers rub its now dull edges
old scars like dead ley lines.

I hold the halo up to the sun
trying to rediscover its lost lustre
staring until I go blind.

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