A/N: Oh, my gosh, I am so sorry about my "14 Days of Dysfunction" fail! I kind of overestimated how much time I would have to finish everything, and I'm really sorry. So, to make it up to you, I'll upload new one-shots, at least three chapters of Sour Cherry, and two chapters of Mercy. And! For anyone who's interested, I'll be uploading a lot of new videos to Youtube, as well, so please go check them out! Now, on to the actual author's note!

This is a poem. Yes, I write those, too. It's….modern day, set in a bathroom, and a total mind-fuck. Yeah. Enjoy! Oh, and it's in Ella's P.O.V.

I do not own Ella Enchanted. It belongs to Gail Carson Levine.

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She's the smiles and the laughs that I fake; what's that? Of course, Mandy, I'm fine…

She's the burning between my thighs and the cause of the soreness and the blood; you got too zealous, didn't you?

She's the reason why I lock myself in my bathroom at night, phone in hand and hand down my panties; who the fuck has phone sex in a bathroom?

She's the reason why fifteen isn't sweet like sixteen, it's bitter like twenty-one on a Sunday when my knees are sore from kneeling on the bathroom floor; pretending it's her hand I'm rubbing against…

And suddenly I'm a teenaged whore now; I come as soon as she says it: you want me to fuck you, don't you, Ella-dear?

And the term of endearment sounds so fucking sweet, and I feel like I'm desecrating it when I come against my hand; that's right, say my name…

And I do; it's a strangled cry and I try to keep quite; thin walls? Bullshit, scream for me, bitch…

And I have to wonder what she's doing; the thought of her touching herself is just too much…

She's the reason why I cry at night; lusting after your stepsister? Honestly, Ella…

And I wish I had the courage to go to her room; technology does make us lazy, doesn't it?

But that would ruin things; go to bed now, I'm tired of hearing your voice…

And it ends and I'm broken and shaking and holding the phone against my ear like a fucking lifeline; hang up; I'm tired…

God, she's the reason I cry at night…the reason why I can't sleep…the reason why I hate myself…

She's the reason for everything.

-fin.

A/N: Soooooo? What did you think? Reviews please; they're the jelly on the toast! ;-)