The Look That Kills

June 8, 2022

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)

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