Untitled 1 (The Typewriter)A Poem by Kaitlynn KellyFree styleI am made of letters, of the small rubber end of the adjoining metal key. I am comprised of light ink, jet black, running dry against the complex and woven particles of paper. I am nothing but pieces, not the whole. So unload yourself, I will survive the tick tack click clack of the typwriter. I am designed to soak your sins, your secrets, your love, and I am here to take the blame when it all comes back to you. So unload yourself on me. Undress yourself, ink yourself, and disperse the terrible burden of memory on me. For your pieces keep me glued. My pieces keep you sane. There are errors to be made and stains to accept but you, my love, you bear your weight on me. Unload your soul and take a seat. © 2012 Kaitlynn KellyReviews
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