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.
The Pygmy Giant 
#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 by Ian Paternoster on June 16, 2012 - 10:51 am
A Lovely written piece, well done.
#3 by Anthony on June 16, 2012 - 12:30 pm
Simply Brilliant Josephine.
#4 by cathaber1 on June 17, 2012 - 7:51 am
Excellently done Josephine!
#5 by Elin Lewis on June 23, 2012 - 8:08 pm
Great poem – very evocative; definitely shuddered through me!