Love Letters
You pressed the typewriter keys on my heart
Printing love letters onto my skin
What a delicate love we make
The muse to my machine
You fill me with ink and I can write again, fly again
Words pour from my mouth like a song
Landing on paper just slightly distorted
Fibers catching on the metaphors
Some lines are blurred while others crisp
I fold the paper into stars
Make a wish
And there you are
Rey Fairburn (she/they) is a psychology student at the University of Padova. Their writing has appeared in Fauxmoir, Lupercalia Press, Lived Collective, and more. Find out more about Rey’s work on Instagram @reysenchantments or on their website.
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