Dagger's Pen

Ink and skin are mingling On this thing they call my hand The words have bleeded out In forms of flowers And the figure of a dagger The dagger of a writer's power Cutting life to smithereens As if ever it was whole! Disecting as a scientist While building as an architect And seeing as a divinator's globe I claw and fight, I bare my breast I touch the earth and taste the sky Until this dagger finds its rest.