Relations can't be chosen, they're

the same brood, acquired, new arrivals,

the demented but kindly older ones.

 

How many snide comments must be swallowed,

incomprehensible pretensions, subtle slights,

words distorted or deliberately misunderstood,

just to maintain a fragile web of support?

 

When the ever fizzling fuse finally flares

a family spat causes widespread ripples

like pebbles thrown into still water,

or an unforeseen volcanic eruption

dire consequences not wholly unexpected.

 

Found red-faced rage and spittled mouth,

clenched fists pounded on the table.

Just one moment of revolt and sanctions applied,

the gossamer becoming a dusty useless grey cobweb

this speedily ripped apart, then discarded.

 

Webs can protect and sustain, we know,

but also trap and confine, then suck you dry,

until you are just an empty carapace.