The woman with a high bun approached,
She said, "Now it's your turn",
I make her repeat, is she talking to me?
My stomach has now started to churn,
As I make my way to the office,
I feel like the earth has started quaking,
I stopped in horror, and suddenly realized,
It's actually my feet which are shaking,
Breath in, one steady step forward,
Breath out, one shaky hand knocking the door,
Someone faintly says "come in",
I think there is no oxygen left on this floor,
Six men, clad in black suits,
Oh wait, there are actually just three,
As I get close to that dreadful seat,
I think I accidentally hit my knee,
The thrumming in my ears is too loud,
I wonder if they can hear it too?
Cold sweat is everywhere,
I am warmly cold, this feeling is not new,
They are saying something,
Worse, actually they are asking,
I am flabbergasted, dumbfounded,
Surely, in their minds they are cackling,
I reason with my mind,
I need this job to feed four mouths,
I think it was a bad idea,
Because it amplified my drouth,
I think I said something to them,
And I think an hour has passed,
They said, "We will call you soon Miss",
With no memories registered, I am let out at last.
-A/N Okay so this is for Tiny Awards "Guess the word" Assignment,
Can you tell what it is about? *whispers the answer in your ear*
-PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT <3
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