You Made Me Take Drugs by Bogdan Dragos

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“You made me take drugs,” she reproached

him

But he didn’t hear her

over the pain in his lower belly

“You made me take drugs,” she repeated.

“Huh?”

“And for this I’ve decided to

replace you. With someone better, someone who

would never make me do something

I don’t feel right with.”

He shook his head and noticed

that he was in the kitchen

tied to a chair

And there was a horrible pain in his lower belly

and his chest and

most of his body

and he felt like vomiting

His woman was at the gas stove

pouring oil over a frying sausage

in a pan

The dog was at her feet

salivating

“This is what you get,” she said, “for making

me do drugs, darling.”

“What?” He was still with a foot

in the world of painful dreams

but he watched her take

the sausage from the pan and toss it

to the dog

The dog grabbed it before

it could land on the floor and began to chew

She pointed at the dog. “He. He’s gonna

take your place now. He’ll never

make me do drugs.”

“What?” he said. Still not understanding

what was going on.

He looked down and saw the blood

and the tissue dangling from

his crotch.

Then he screamed

And the dog barked

-BOGDAN DRAGOS

Bogdan Dragos supervises casinos for a gambling company, working twelve-hour shifts locked in a dark office full of TV monitors. There he mostly daydreams and writes poems and stories. He also manages a poetry blog Daydreaming as a profession.

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