What’s Prodigal Mean? by Bogdan Dragos

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he felt a bit guilty

about it

but just

a bit

He knew

it was wrong to

be happy

when father came home


and stupid

but it was the only time

when mother

came to sleep

in his room,

“because your father

needs to cool

off,” as she put it

It was a good deal

because she

slept in his bed

and let him

suck on

her breasts

and told him


“When I was your age,”


story went,

“I slept in a closet when

daddy came

home drunk. And my only

friend there

was a hanged tie

that looked like

a snake. I would stand on

my toes

and whisper in its ear, tell

it about my day,

about how my life


and how daddy beat me

and mommy

didn’t want me around either.

The snake tie listened.

It listened to

anything, everything I

had to tell it.

And for me that

meant the world. I fell in

love with the

snake. He was red. Crimson.

And shortly after

we began kissing in the

dark. It was

exciting. The snake

smelled like

my father so I eventually

got him down from

there and put him


my neck

and morning would find

me with his tail in my

mouth. It was

enough to make

me happy at that time.

But after my daddy died,

mommy didn’t

even want to let me keep

his tie.

I had to find something else,

so I was determined

to find something


I began stealing clothes

from my mother’s new


They too had a unique

smell, but

it wasn’t as good as


And it wasn’t long until

he caught me.

Well, I told nothing but

the truth. Said that

I stole his clothes because I

liked the way they smelled.

He was kinder than

my daddy

so he didn’t mind sharing

his smell with me

from up close.

By inviting me to sleep

in his bed every time

mother worked her

night shift.

I was pretty spoiled as

a child.

Maybe that’s why I’m

spoiling you


But you’ll grow out of

this. Soon

mommy’s company and


and breasts will interest you

no longer.”

“No,” he said. “That’ll

never happen.”

“Oh, you’re cute

when you deny. But

I know better.

I give you… Um, maybe two

more years of this,

no longer.

You’ll be fifteen years

old, darling.

Another boy entirely.”

“I don’t wanna be

another boy.”

She laughed

softly. “Oh, don’t worry,

darling. You’re

gonna be fine. I’ll always

be with you. Even if you go far,

far away,

I will never tire to

wait patiently for your


By the way, d’ you know the

story about

the prodigal son?”

“What’s prodigal mean?”

“Ah, close your eyes

then. I’ll

tell you.”


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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19 Comments Add yours

  1. Terveen Gill says:

    Bogdan’s twisted tales can never cease to amaze. A boy, a woman, and a drunkard. The right recipe to whip up a dysfunctional family with past and present traumas. Is the son seeking comfort or the mother exerting her desire? When questions arise that have no sane answers , then know that Bogdan must be in the ‘write’ area. Dark, disturbing, a bit queasy in the stomach. Keeps one thinking and anticipating…
    Congratulations Bogdan!

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    1. Thank you! (๑′ᴗ‵๑)
      Wow, I completely forgot about this poem :)) I guess it’s a tad more disturbing than others here (or maybe not?). Anyway, the thing is that when it comes to people who treat children as no child should ever be treated we automatically view them with a vindictive gaze, and yes, that’s the normal response. However, what we usually don’t take in consideration is the fact that more often than not those people were themselves treated very wrongly when they were children, and they’re basically just a part of a grand cycle of horror.

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  2. kenhume31 says:

    Fantastic Bogdan! Dark; disturbing; sad yet fantastic! 👏👏👌👌😁😁 Insightful too into how trauma and bad habits can be repeated and passed on.

    Liked by 2 people

    1. ヽ(•‿•)ノ Oh, thank you very much!

      Indeed, that’s the idea behind it. Trauma and bad habits are usually passed on and the vicious cycle continues 😶


  3. Interesting……

    Liked by 2 people

    1. Thanks for checking it out!


      Liked by 1 person

  4. Fantastic piece! Great read😃

    Liked by 2 people

    1. ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ Thank you for reading!

      Liked by 1 person

  5. jonicaggiano says:

    Brilliant Dragos! This is not that far out at all, I don’t think. If you talked to a social worker or abused children where alcoholics run the show, this sounds about right. It is indeed a generational thing and there is so much help out there to stop that cycle but people have to do the work. Not saying it is fair, it is never fair for a child to be abused. That poor child probably exist in this crazy world. Your imagination is amazing. One of your best pieces I think. Have a great week my friend, big hugs, Joni

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    1. Many thanks, Joni! (´。• ᵕ •。`)

      It’s very comforting to know that no matter how dark the abuse, there’s always a way out and there are people whose job is to help with this. Like I said before, in a perfect world things like these stay in the realm of fiction. But since we don’t live in a perfect world they surely are out there…

      Many thanks for the read (*◡*)

      Liked by 1 person

      1. jonicaggiano says:

        You are so welcome. Such an important subject and you nailed multiple problems with your poetic story. Big hugs 🤗 thanks for the cool emojis

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  6. kalabalu says:

    Dark and gloomy

    Liked by 2 people

    1. (๑′ ᴗ ‵๑) My favorite type of fiction :))

      Thanks for checking it out!


  7. Gosh disturbing with twist, mesmerising.

    Liked by 2 people

    1. ヽ(•‿•)ノ Thank you for checking it out!

      Liked by 1 person

  8. obbverse says:

    Skewed? Twisted? Both? Just a smidge on the dysfunctional side.

    Liked by 2 people

    1. (ㅅ´ ˘ `) A very lovely place to be (in fiction) 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

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