Feeble Door by Bogdan Dragos

A broken, rickety wooden door in a stone wall
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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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16 Comments Add yours

  1. Terveen Gill says:

    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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    1. 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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  2. Yes quite real.

    Tonight would be
    one of those times

    She has the kitchen knife

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    1. I sure hope you’re right!
      ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

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      1. Your last lines led me into this. Tonight would be one of those nights. For her. At last……

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    1. Thank you! ╰(´꒳`)╯

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  3. jonicaggiano says:

    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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    1. 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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      1. jonicaggiano says:

        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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  4. Susi Bocks says:

    Hard to read those last lines but well done, Bogdan.

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    1. 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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      1. Susi Bocks says:

        You’re welcome! It does. I just wish it didn’t exist.

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        1. Yeah, me too…

          (◕‸◕ )

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