Rotten Tongue by Bogdan Dragos

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the big purple bird

with no eyes

and chipped beak

didn’t fly

It walked like a normal

person would. Almost like someone

was wearing it as a costume

but he knew

of course

that there was no one wearing the costume

It

was real

and it showed itself to him

on too many occasions. Every time

he was alone

and it was hard to not be

alone

when you drove all people away from

your life

The bird got closer and

closer and

began talking to him and telling him

how his rotten tongue was

cursed

and that he would drive away everyone

to whom he spoke

He couldn’t take it anymore

and ran out of

the house

and towards the car

Oh, but the purple bird was

there already

Inside

Waiting on the passenger’s side

he began to scream

They found him the next morning

collapsed in a puddle of

blood that sprang from his mouth

Still alive

And at the hospital he was even happy

The medics talked to

him and he

nodded

When a man in a dark suit came in

followed by young boys and

girls, students, he said, “And would

this be the gentleman that

crushed his tongue by slamming

the car door on it because

he was seeing a giant bird?”

The patient pointed at his face

smiled

nodded

-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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