Van Roberts

by Horror Sleaze Trash on December 11, 2011

Van Roberts lives in Melbourne. She spent hours on her grandmother’s typewriter as a child, giving her a love for the written word. Van has an appreciation for wrestling, tequila, coffee and trams.

Jason

Let me watch
who you
smother
with your hips

Let me taste
what you lick
wet silk
hush

Let me feel
the tiles gather
your top lip
cut

Let me feed
your inner thigh’s
chainsaw
appetite

Let me smell
4am
your leather–
grind

Let me hear
you walk
pelvis scrape
your middle name

Let me say
seahorse quiet
those places
your body is deaf

I’ll let
the steam out
slasher-movie
drip
raw

a c h e

The night buffalo

The night buffalo
is a faded constellation
his bicep

The night buffalo
snorts in all
his dreams

The night buffalo
whispers you used to be
his friend

The night buffalo
has memorised
his sins

The night buffalo
hears the corpse
his truth

The night buffalo
lives in mirrors
his constant companion

The night buffalo
can smell
his brand

The night buffalo
remembers his birth
their ink

The night buffalo
scrapes his hoof
for him

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