Heaven in a Hole in the Wall by Bogdan Dragos

Two black silhouettes of a man and a woman in the foreground with concentric black and white circles in the background
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the soul-crushing loneliness can

only be matched by the

soul-crushing company of

shitty people

Is there even a middle

path anymore?

He asked this question to

the hole he punched

in the wall of his bedroom

It was now an empty bedroom

after his lover

left days ago to be with some coworker

or something

The hole he punched in

the wall

told him, “She left because of me.”

“What?” he said. “Cuz of you? Why the

fuck would she leave

because of a hole in the wall? Does

she think I’m fucking

the hole in the wall or what?”

“Oh, you know how it is

with women,” said the hole in the wall. “To

find out that you punch holes through

the wall is like finding out

you have a child from a previous

relationship. They don’t

want a man with that kind of baggage.”

“What the hell? But she actually has

a child from a previous

relationship. It’s her who has a child,

not me!”

“That’s right. And perhaps she thought

that her child and your hole

in the wall won’t

get along very well.”

“Ah, you’re full of shit, hole!”

He drank some more

and then

went into the pantry

and out of spite he took the


placed it before the wall and climbed on

it to fuck the

hole he punched in the wall

even used the blood from his scraped

penis to draw a face

around the damned thing

It looked very much like his

ex-lover. He was a painter

after all

and argued that the alcohol and the

hallucinations help with his


Perhaps he was right

because some weeks later that wall

showed a picture of heaven


opening a stairway for his limp body

to swing towards as it hung

from the ceiling

The art critics

were astonished. Never had a man represented

heaven in a painting like this one

They would’ve exposed it in

church if it weren’t for

the way the artist chose to

exit the scene


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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12 Comments Add yours

  1. Terveen Gill says:

    Bogdan takes hallucinations to an entirely new level. A hole in the wall and a depressed artist don’t exactly make a great pair. But then again, intoxication can make the quiet scream a bit louder. I won’t say that this depiction is unbelievable. It’s actually quite the contrary and the ending sadly digs a grave for the insanity and turmoil to rest in.
    Congratulations Bogdan!

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    1. Thanks! 🙂

      You know, there are plenty of people who punch their walls when they get angry, and then apologize to the other members of the household, and swear it was the last time… Until it happens again. Soon enough they no longer apologize and start blaming others for their explosions of anger. I guess the guy in the story is no different after all, he just saw his creation — the hole in the wall — in another way…
      ༼ ᓄºل͟º ༽ᓄ

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  2. And, you get, deeper, inside that hole you made for yourself, and you ruminate, on what’s been lost, and how you’d been, wronged by another, and, you sink, deeper, deeper, deeper, into, that state of, depression, and, you will be, in too deep, when you finally realize it, and, you won’t be able to, get back out again.

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    1. That’s right! Beautifully worded 。^ ‿ ^。


  3. You really have a twisted imagination, Bogdan, but I love it!

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    1. (づ。◕w◕。)づ Thank you, Dawn!

      Like all of us, I write the kind of stories that I like to read :))

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  4. jonicaggiano says:

    This makes me think a lot, kinda hurting my head a little here. Which anytime we really have to think it is a compliment. I enjoyed the story and you make a very important point, a man or woman who pushes holes in a wall is eventually likely to even hit a person. They are most definitely going to lash out in a violent way. I really have to ponder about the middle path, it certainly getting harder to find one Dragos. I think the ending is a suicide by way of a unending depression. Great story, you know how to makes us think, I love that, but you are going to have to wash your mouth out with soap, do they have soap in heaven? haha Mine use to get washed out at least every week when I was little. Not fun. Big hugs Dragos. Some big lessons in this piece my friend. I loved your boxer emoji – that may be your best one yet!

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    1. _/\____/\
      |= ͡° ᆺ ͡°)=
      \╭☞ \╭☞ You’re right!

      People with an anger issue often take it out on walls and random things in the house. It’s only a matter of time until they’ll also attack the people close to them.
      But some have more problems than anger issues, and that’s our “hero” from the poem who seems to be hallucinating that a hole in the wall (one that he created by punching) talks to him. The people in his life were fortunately smart enough to know what was to follow if they stayed with him so they left. And in their absence the hallucinations took over completely. In a way, the hole in the wall becomes his muse now and he uses it to channel his anger and other frustrations into art.

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      1. jonicaggiano says:

        So true Dragos. This was a bit of an educational piece as well. Thanks for the super cool emoji. They are like whip cream on apple pie. Big hugs 🤗

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  5. guardiandogg says:

    Good stuff. I love the original feel and turning the common concept into a mirror of the internal storm and madness going on in the mind of the puncher.

    Liked by 2 people

    1. Thank you! ᕙʕ✿✪ᴥ✪ʔᕗ


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