Masses crowding into the room
Bickering of days long past,
White gloves stretching
As a man looks at their faces aghast.
The smell of alcohol mixed with cosmetics
A punch of blood tainting the air,
The crowd continue to mutter
Their bodies falling in despair.
Jittering glances become caught
Mirrors snaring their prey,
A room of woman denying reality
Bodies refusing to decay.