With My Pen

With my pen I stitch up broken hearts lyrically. I use the ink to stanch the flow of bitter endings and hopeless beginnings

With my pen I murder unknown lovers or their friends
Stabbing them with my well turned phrases, where my sharp tongue slices

With my pen I can be a whore of the throne room or lowly street Queen
Ruling with closed fists of laughter or open legs of greed

Controlling the flow.

There are too many things that I can make myself be-

Unshakable
Unknowable
Unstoppable
Uncontrollable

I’m a God-

With my pen!