she hadn’t been his wife
because her religious family would never
allow their sweet treasure
to marry a lowlife like him
But she had been his girlfriend because
she needed to rebel
against her family somehow
But very little of that mattered now
She was no longer among
the living
and it was her own choice
Enforced by two fistfuls of pills
and half a bottle of 65% proof vodka
Her family was beginning
to forget her
now
Suicide was something not even Jesus could
forgive
“I’m stronger than Jesus himself then!”
he shouted in the
hand mirror she left behind
at his place. “I forgive you! And I
still love you.”
He smashed the hand mirror against the wall
and knelt amongst the
shards
They watched him from below
with crimson eyes
Eyes that reminded him of hers when she was
crying in his arms,
talking endlessly about her stupid family who
won’t take mental issues like depression
and anxiety seriously. They said
it was but a phase
and she just needed to grow up
and pray some more. Also, her lowlife
boyfriend needed to go
If only that last
rule wouldn’t have been in place…
She would’ve been here now,
he knew
He reached for the
largest shard,
not breaking contact with the crimson eyes,
and stabbed it deep into
the wrist of his left hand
“Haha,” he said, still looking
at the eyes. “Just like when you took
bathroom breaks from the sermon to video-call me. I… still love you, babe…”
-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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Bogdan grabs the reader’s attention with a title that can’t be overlooked. Religion speaks of God and divinity but when it comes to understanding and compassion many who call themselves religious and spiritual are actually careless and fanatical. If basic humanity is a trait that one lacks, then all the angels, gods, and goddesses won’t be of any use in the long run. A sad and tragic tale.
Congratulations Bogdan!
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( ﾟ▽ﾟ )/ This reminds me of a homeless man who refused the help of the local church that wanted him to join (they would’ve given him a place to stay or something like that). He happily responded with something like, “God is love, pleasure, joy, etc. He had created me in his image and I am part of him. I am therefore never apart from him. So I don’t see how you could ever get me closer, but thanks anyway…”
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My heart is overjoyed! God is great! Thanks for sharing this, Bogdan.
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This poem… 👏💖💖 the title and first few lines grabbed my attention and I found myself reading till the end. It’s quite painful what happens in relationships and the hypocrisy of love that beneath it underlies a hellish hatred in most Christian families. It’s a real pity. Great composition 👏💖💕❤
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ヽ(•‿•)ノ Many thanks, Lamittan!
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You’re welcome, Bogdan
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Gawd……..
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…is love ╰(´︶`*)╯
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Heavy stuff. But very good. Hits hard…..
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Very gripping writing. Suicide is such a frightening and horrifying thing and mental health is such an important thing. I somehow like writing that, while expressing the grief and sadness, will also give those suffering a message that there’s a way out. And the idea that it doesn’t have to be this way and that there are other choices that can be made. Because someone who is suicidal will read this and see understanding, but might not see the possibility of hope.
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(っ◕‿◕)っ Thanks for checking it out!
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Welcome! You have a gift with words and the power to promote change.
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