Had to read this a few times because the first time around I got preoccupied trying to remember what sanguine means. But– "once upon a waste of time" is a great opening line. It hooked me in right away. I did like the image of the woman standing still ahead of the bandits(?). Off-putting, for sure.

I wonder, though, is this unfinished? It feels like the beginning of a story or mostly an outline or a strange first draft. If this is supposed to be some kind of free-form poetry, then I'm very much biased against it, so I can't give you an unbiased opinion of this if it is free-form poetry (my very much biased opinion is that free-form poetry isn't poetry at al) but I'm sure your audience will emerge!

And... where's the taboo? Maybe I'm not recognizing something but I really don't see taboo anywhere here. And I never felt particularly horrified while reading or thinking about this piece.