S A R A H  R O B E R T S

Theres a sense of something, 

someone

 inside... out 

all at once sometimes

when the walls are flesh tone and slipping off

 and you are left alone with them

trembling 

 

these corridoors and caravans by the sea become vibrant matter

 quivering about you, 

about metal, 

steel, 

soft render.

 

But then again

they slide easily like legs under hot duvets into things, made and then forgotten

as the fourth wall is shoved firmly back in place.