A bloody river

A deep canyon
Made almost unpenetrable
By the dense shrubberies
That surround the cliffs

Every month there’d appear
A lady waiting to be loved
Incomplete in herself; alone
In the canyon below.

And every month she
would build a house
And then she would wait
Until she could wait no more

She’d then destroy the house
And then die in vain
Filling the whole canyon
with a bloody red river.

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2 comments

  1. An interesting tale…made for a good read.

    1. Supposed to be a metaphor for a simple event people don’t talk about

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