Shock by Bogdan Dragos

Blood spilling down old and molded stone stairs
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the three of them stood by the

banks and watched

the water turn


So it’s not like in the movies. When

you see someone dying

you don’t burst into

uncontrollable fits of screaming

You stand very still

and watch

and can’t speak

can’t blink

can’t turn away

can’t run

can’t do anything really

Shock is not something that makes

you jump

It’s a cement that stuns you

there was still more and

more blood seeping

from the body impaled in

the jagged rocks. The river

turned red on all directions around it

Death was a scary thing

but not having a stepfather

who sent you to beg in the streets so he

can drink the profits

made up for it

When there was no more

blood to be

carried away by the water

they smiled

All three at once


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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14 Comments Add yours

  1. Terveen Gill says:

    Bogdan gives human nature so many twists and turns. When is enough really enough? And what could be the horrid consequences? I guess a father didn’t see his children ganging up on him. But he also couldn’t see the abuse that he was subjecting them to. There is always justice waiting on the banks of a river. A gory but satisfying one. Made me smile too. Don’t judge me for it…
    Congratulations Bogdan!

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    1. Thanks!
      You said it – the abuser almost never sees what they’re inflicting upon others. Until it’s too late. Real life rarely offers poetic justice though. So it’s just understandable that we look for it in fiction.

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      1. We look for poetic justice in fiction – Interesting comment….

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        1. It’s where we’re sure to find it. Especially when we create it ourselves ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)


        2. You’ve often said about the beauty of writing in fiction…..

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  2. jonicaggiano says:

    This is unsuspecting like many of your pieces are my friend. I like the subtle way you introduce what is really happening, as there is always this suspense that builds up and then you find yourself going oh, yea! Now I see what is going on. Abuse is a cruel bedfellow and can make you do things you perhaps thought you would never do. Crazy becomes the norm. Nicely written Dragos, Sending hugs, Joni

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    1. Like I’ve said before, in a perfect world, all the nasty things people do to each other stay in the realms of fiction. However, if it doesn’t happen in reality, will we be able to put it in fiction and appreciate it at its real value?
      ୧( ˵ ° ~ ° ˵ )୨

      Well, the best we can do is learn from reality to write fiction, and learn from fiction to make reality better. That’s a pretty fine way to look at life, I guess.

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      1. jonicaggiano says:

        All so very true my friend. You do a wonderful job at that too. You even drew little ears today, and gave me a second emoji at the end. Yea my day is off to a great start. Big hugs my friend. ❤️

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        1. ༼ つ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° ༽つ Always glad to make that happen! *hugs*


    1. ( ^◡^)っ Thank you!

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  3. gwengrant says:

    Such a deeply sad poem.

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    1. (ノ´ー`)ノ Thank you!


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