I stumbled in the room
Forgot what I had to do, I lost my move.
He glared at me
Screaming, shouting, mentally.
Good god, I can't make my eyes leave
I felt the air lift from my skin
Fly away young woman.
So frozen from Ellie's dumb grin
That I've dropped my steamy bins.
Supersonic torture, unbroken observer
With a hurting heart, head, tongue and ears.
Forgetting now what Macbeth said,
To be or not to feel like death, what a mess!
At least he's gone away, maybe he thinks I'm fine
Oh well, Ellie.