Things unsettled

Have you felt it,
dear one?
The oddness,
the forced smiles,
the hurried looks.
The swift shutting of doors
at dusk in huddled houses.
Poisonous seeds have been sown.
Short fuses in broad day.
Scripted horrors bring us to the brink.
Our world is waiting.

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