Imprisoned

Down the sad hallway I trudge

“Are you breaking the dress code?”

She smirks, giving her a nudge.

Ten minutes late she tip-toed

into the hot gates of hell,

with a blind stare she strode.

“On the past we shall not dwell”,

as she has done this before.

She takes a seat in her cell.

She laughed as he loudly swore,

all others going numb.

Silence; chilling to their core.

She sat and twiddled her thumb,

thinking how he is so dumb.