Quill.

Tiny holes, perforating the 'i'
You can see how angry I am
Where my pen has failed
between the 'e' and the 'n'
A knotted scribble, torn pages,
Words burning paper.

Creepy crawling, looped 'L's' and 'S's'
The tip of my pen slices
through the parts
where I leant too hard
pressing metal into the fudged white
scoring ink like pink meat.

You can see how angry I am
The scene fuck you
hollowed out with the blunt end
of a spoon.
It doesn't quite translate.