Lane FALCON
Codependence
We are an arachnid,
because eight sticky limbs equal a system.
Slid and kept in one another,
we protect our pulpy middle,
and we’re limber as the word “love”.
We retract our thin extremities,
take deep naps in humid corners,
then uncurl our feeble body and explore.
We scare children killing fleeting things that tugged no lust in us before,
slick with gore, what we aborted when complexes were fused;
when I lost a shrieking nuisance,
and it’s former territory became yours.