An earthquake trembles through me,
my hands shake as I imagine breaking down.
Sun is burning down on me,
my face breaking out in sweat.

The quake tumbles through my stomach,
until I feel sick and queasy.
An itch ventures across my body,
my shaky hands scratching everywhere.

A vicious wind knocks away my breath,
I try to gulp down the thick air.
My heart throbs in my chest,
like sore stubbed toe.

He says my name and extends his large hand,
I peer up under the shade of my bangs
like a scared child hiding from a giant.
It is time and I am still frightened.

We make our way into the back and he slams the door.
The room is filled with ****** spikes and skulls,
His skin turns red and black horns raise from his forehead.
He questions me then maniacally laughs at my answer.

That's the worst that could happen right?
"Are you ready for your interview?" the man asks patiently.
I smile big and fake some confidence,
"Of course!"