Stepford

Stepford we’re mentored
With hollow point eyes
Grieving is censored
In place a disguise

To play out the script
Each actor must render
Their tale from the crypt
To move the agenda.

To deepen the trance,
The scrapbook requested,
A secret romance,
As dolls, stories nested.

More troubled each anchor
Than closest of kin.
Watch for the blank stare
The pause, and the grin.

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