Bloody Street River
- malenaindirabouza
- Aug 31
- 2 min read

Bloody Street river
pouring red wine rain
under the tree, shaking his arms to my
hips, grey shadow reflect
Cosmo, the verdict of vendetta
cross over for a final stretch,
flies getting into my nerves
the stable I do not own
where you succeed is were you feel
except where distorted energies come and go,
they don’t stay, they leave
while the smiley of mountain lake
gives me the gift of a laugh.

I don’t remember when it started
when I couldn’t laugh anymore like I
used to,
I don’t know how flow went side opposite
to cool
I don’t know what’s happening today with me
it’s like I don’t feel me.
it’s like I’ve lost something, I’m an empty
box and bottle,
one for solids, one for liquids,
which I consume spontaneously but also
instantaneously,
I feel like a refill today,
for a man to grab me in his hands,
take me to the counter and show how
he has finished the fuel.
Then, he’ll have to pay,

for the honours of posing his lips in
my top, for drinking from my fountain
I’ll be gentle, and ask for the choice of payment
He’ll be a gentleman, he’ll know the quality of
the fountain, so he’ll say
there’s nothing I can do to compensate the price
of the elixir I’ve taken. However,
I have actions and shares which could
use some feminine energy like the one
I had the pleasure to embody,
allow me to make this a company,
be my mate, I already know we decided
long ago,
we’ll share the soul
This is what I’ve done, I need it to be
perpetuated by the love of angels,
they talk in rumours,
they come to me every now and then
I showed them respect
but they laugh at my face
Honest man, they said,
you’re lying to yourself
no heart can penetrate a stone,
but a stone can penetrate the heart
heaviness is the result of the pick up
of trash,
but there’s someone waiting for us,
so leave the weight behind,
throw it splashing when jumping the water
let the bloody spark of the river rise up
don’t blame us.
you were the one that talk
with and about fire. (That night)








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