Encountering a Slug at Midnight

Josephine Corcoran

Like sequins
ripped from a showgirl’s dress
your slothful slime shimmies
along my kitchen floor.

An image shudders through me;
your swollen, lardy body
beneath my naked foot. Meaty
mollusc, shrink-wrapped

in membrane, you’re leaking
in your sleep. Your dreams
are faint and filmic as you wet
your sparkling bed.

In your nightmare,
a woman in oyster-coloured underwear
looms above you,
clenching salty crisps.

Josephine Corcoran is a reader, writer, parent, partner and writing tutor.

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  1. #1 by hanorah saliba on June 16, 2012 - 9:20 am

    Love it! Hairs on the back of the neck standing stuff! “slothful slime shimmies” almost makes them glamourous (shudders..) Love it x

  2. #2 by Ian Paternoster on June 16, 2012 - 10:51 am

    A Lovely written piece, well done.

  3. #3 by Anthony on June 16, 2012 - 12:30 pm

    Simply Brilliant Josephine.

  4. #4 by cathaber1 on June 17, 2012 - 7:51 am

    Excellently done Josephine!

  5. #5 by Elin Lewis on June 23, 2012 - 8:08 pm

    Great poem – very evocative; definitely shuddered through me!

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