away the island
draw bridge
flee to keep
keep quiet
keep still
keep feelings that spill
from flooding this glass castle with backwash of old wounds
trapping evil memories inside thought balloons
release them to sky
to turbulent weather
but how will the king’s men fit pieces together
once the winds have parted four ways
blown memories through nights and days
into years
that bury fears
beneath myths woven into tapestries
a history that doesn’t recognize me
stories told over feasts
leaving out details of vile beasts
that gnaw under table
and my version as told unstable
a red river run
encircling my kingdom of one

one can be trusted
two can agree
three can break contracts
four is too much for me