The door closes,
All eyes are on the row
Of numbers
Taking turns to glow.
Without warning,
The silent killer emerges,
Spreading its poison
Among the group of strangers.
The lady in powersuit,
Her thick layer of rouge
Fails to conceal
Her face that is turning blue.
One after another,
Sting by the poison,
Uneasy rufflings
As impatience rises.
With stoic faces,
Pretending it's absence,
Dignity of the guilty
Temporarily protected.
The door opens,
Victims scramble out
Gasping for air,
Fresh air of freedom.
