
Such a feeble door
it was a joke
like made of cardboard
it stayed ajar
and the rusty knob was barely hanging to it
it didn’t actually work
and there was no locking it either
the only thing that made it
close was its misalignment with the
frame
It just kinda pushed into the frame
and stayed like that
It was bad
And it was worse when daddy
got really drunk and
started banging on things
And it was the worst when daddy’s friends
got him even drunker and
made him pass out on the moldy couch
and came in to play with his little girl
Tonight would be
one of those times
-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 touches a very sensitive subject in this particularly dark piece of writing. A young girl is abused by her drunkard father’s acquaintances. The safest place for a child should be their home, but what if that turns into the most dangerous place? Who’s to be blamed? The father? The monsters disguised as men? Or the child for being born into horrific circumstances. Yes, many questions will arise, but who has the courage to answer them and uproot the sickening injustice? It’s sad that in most cases, time will be the only witness, healer, and the shaper of unfortunate and bleak futures. Some wounds fester forever…
Congratulations Bogdan!
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Thank you, Terveen!
I guess this is indeed the darkest piece in a long time. No hint of comedic vibes anywhere. Maybe what makes it even darker is the fact that, unlike others that feature horror and insanity, this one can be, and often is, quite real..
As you said, in the unhappiest of those cases time is the only witness, healer, and shaper of futures.
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Yes quite real.
Tonight would be
one of those times
She has the kitchen knife
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I sure hope you’re right!
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Your last lines led me into this. Tonight would be one of those nights. For her. At last……
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Thank you! ╰(´꒳`)╯
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This is so heartbreaking Dragos. I am assuming you would go to the SSA and then what would they do, remove the kids from the family. This story makes be very sad. You told your story beautifully my friend. Big hugs and lots of love, Joni
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It’s the very, very sad reality of some children. And it’s even more sad to know that they’ll grow up to be messed up adults because of something that was 0% their fault. Such is reality in some parts of the world, I guess…
Thank you for the read!
*Big hugs right back*
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I love your work. It is my pleasure always to read your work. I love your uniqueness as well. Thank you for the hugs. ❤️
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Hard to read those last lines but well done, Bogdan.
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Thank you, Susi!
It was quite a difficult poem to write. I can only hope it does an ok job showcasing some of the darkest darkness that can be (unfortunately) found in the world…
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You’re welcome! It does. I just wish it didn’t exist.
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Yeah, me too…
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