life in the castle

the new queen:

what are these crazy waves?

the wind howling wildly

circling the tower

lifting up dead leaves from far away forests

slapping them against my window

i want you now

my body can not wait

i scream at reasonable people

patience?

i know the wind has never roared a word like that

and that morning:

running up and down spiral staicases

not quite knowing which tower you will be in

i look for animals too

the wild ones, that move through here

the old king:

castle spirit

wild animals up and down staircases

and

sorely impatient; not reasonable....

I see you in my lap.....and we are entwined

the wind is howling

but we are louder

the world underneath

my face on the cold linoleum

a white rabbit hops around me

cheerfully, more coming in

through the crack of the door

from the light into the dim lit room

dark blotches on the white

like blood splatters

that was before you ran cold water over my wrists

even before raindrops came out of your mouth

like words of poetry

witch of the woods

now you see her

now you don't

but know 

that

she's always 

up to no good