Bad Halos
I can see halos sometimes.
I like to look in the mirror.
And see the staticky snow that outlines me.
My appearance is a secret,
All I see is the light that surrounds.
Surrounds me and serenades me.
Like an omen,
Or premonition.
Of badness?
Or of something else.
I can see halos sometimes.
I can’t see my face sometimes.
I like to look in the mirror anyway.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2023
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