Sensing Strife

photo credit Lizzy Cook @lizzyxstudios

Sensing strife,
it wasn’t something
I could hear, see, smell,
taste, or touch.
But it entered
through the door,
sat in the seat of the car,
walked up the stairs,
landed in the air
between them
and
all around me.

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