The Look That Kills
Deception of reflection,
each mirror so enthralls
Calling in our timeless hope,
frozen in its pall
Its backing silver plated,
to seal the ego’s dream
Lending what cannot be bought
—deadly in its gleam
(The New Room: June, 2022)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2022
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