Horns

You have become the 
eyes underneath her 
bed, the darkness in her 
closet, the anxiety shaking her 
bones, the way you always promised you 
wouldn’t be: 

strong. 
destructive. 
hurtful. 

I watch your 
horns prop up your 
halo, and you’re still 
side-glancing into 
mirrors, believing in your own 
​reflection.