Codependence: A Bedtime Story
By Erick Wilund
I slam him up against the mirror and push him through with me
Rational thought, corporeal as a spider’s web, falls away
My smile no longer reaches my eyes
It’s cold and vacant, and I see fear and disappointment as he studies me
My lies fall like black boots on broken glass
I have him trapped in the logic of a fever dream
How far do I force him down the rabbit hole this time?
I don’t have an answer for that
He’s letting me drown him
And my heart will break tomorrow when I realize he forgives me
Erick Wilund is a writer, born and raised in New York. He writes in order to process what he is presented with, and to organize what he stores in his mind’s attic. He currently lives in the outer boroughs of New York City, amongst the trees.
