the three of them stood by the
banks and watched
the water turn
red
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
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 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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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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We look for poetic justice in fiction – Interesting comment….
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It’s where we’re sure to find it. Especially when we create it ourselves ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
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You’ve often said about the beauty of writing in fiction…..
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Reblogged this on Daydreaming as a profession.
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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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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?
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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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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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༼ つ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° ༽つ Always glad to make that happen! *hugs*
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Brilliant
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( ＾◡＾)っ Thank you!
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Such a deeply sad poem.
Gwen.
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(ﾉ´ｰ`)ﾉ Thank you!
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