Pen

Scritch, scritch, scritch
Words from you flow
Smudges form on my hand
As I try to write fast
Enough to keep up with
My thoughts
Your barrel grows
Warm the longer
I grip you
I need more words
My hand bring you
To my
Mouth
Absentmindedly
I chew your
Pointy cap
I lower you
Back to the
Paper no longer
Pristine
Scritch, scritch, scritch
Your blood
No
Your ink
Flows once
More
As I fill
The page with
My humble words
And I
Wonder
If you
Approve of
The words
I force from
Your body,
Your center
Your soul
I empty
You
And set you
Aside
Useless to me
I grab a
New pen
And delight
In its
Coolness
Against my
Sweaty hands
Feverish
To release the
Words inside
It as I have
Emptied you