Not for the Good, Not for the Wicked, and Not for Those in Between by Bogdan Dragos

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it was 01:30 AM

but he would never

know

The last time he had

a watch

was when he got jumped

in the streets

for it

He didn’t hide it well

enough. Wanted

to pawn it

for liquor money

but all he drank

that night was

his own blood

This night however

he didn’t have

even that

He wasn’t in the

streets anymore

but in the cool basement

of some abandoned

building

scheduled to be demolished

A noise woke him

up

His heart calmed down

only when his eyes

saw that it wasn’t human

He’d rather

be visited by a ghost

but it was just the black

cat that roamed around

the building. She always

found something

to eat in

the dumpsters nearby

and was friendly to

humans, even

accepted pats sometimes

“I wish I could be

like you,” he told her

in a ragged whisper

The cat meowed

and leaped about

through the rubble,

disappearing into the dark

just like

his hopes

It’s hard to have

hopes without forgiveness

of self

he lacked that

most of all

The cat didn’t seem too

mad at him

all those weeks ago

when he stumbled into

this place which

was like her home, drunk

and famished

and desperate and

half dead

she was different the first

time they met

Much more bloated

pregnant

and about to give

birth

Which she did

then and there, over a

patch of filling foam

among the rubble

she had about seven

kittens

and a great deal of pain

and he was so

hungry and

so void of rationality

from the drink

eating away at his insides

Just one small

kitten. He took only

one

and held his breath

and closed his eyes

and did

what any starving beast

would do

and now after all

those days

somehow it hurt all

the more

to see that the cat

wasn’t mad at him

She didn’t try to

kill him in

his sleep, to

claw his eyes out

or bite off his

Adam’s apple

she behaved as if nothing

happened

and now his stomach

growled again

like a beast

in pain

There was no ultimate

justice in this

world. Not for the good,

not for the wicked,

and not for those

in between

He closed his eyes

again

and held his breath

-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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32 Comments Add yours

  1. Wow 😳😳😳👏👏👏👏👏

    Liked by 2 people

    1. Thanks for checking it out, Patti! (─‿‿─)

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  2. Nick says:

    Nice! Creepy AF, I love it

    Liked by 2 people

    1. Thanks!
      My type of literature… (ミ⚈ᆽ◕ミ)

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  3. Shashi says:

    I am still digesting it. Will take time. A stunning poem, taking one into the darkness of mind and exposing them to the raw explosion midway and at the end.

    Kudos !!!

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    1. ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ Thank you!

      I hope it didn’t ruin someone’s day (too much).

      Liked by 1 person

      1. Shashi says:

        😄. No not at all !

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  4. jonicaggiano says:

    We all get something different from a piece we read, and the meaning is usually clear to me. I see a homeless person that has closed their back on humans and the company of humans for so long that they are almost part animal. This person is not this way because he is a bad person; he is someone who drinks too much and hides where ever he can because people can be cruel. War/politicians giving to the rich while continuing to take from the poor/if you don’t conform to the “norm,” and the list goes on. There are many reasons people hurt to the point of no return – can we blame them? Animals give people unconditional love, and humans are not capable of that. Many people survive by numbing themselves in many different ways. That is why our society has so many addictions—a very profound and thought-provoking piece about humanity that this one human represents. Blessings to you my friend and have a great week. (Your piece has really got me thinking now about all the injustices in the world)

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    1. ( ✪ワ✪)ノ Wow! Joni, thank you for this comment! 🙂

      It breaks everything down piece by piece, leaving no stone unturned. I couldn’t have explained it better, or at least just as good if I tried.
      Big thanks again for checking it out, and here’s a happy kitten to take the mind away from what happened to the one in the poem…
      ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

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      1. jonicaggiano says:

        First, thank you for sharing this with me. It often feels strange, even a little intrusive to express what I believe a poem means but the feeling was so strong. I always applaud Terveen for stepping out of the comfort zone where everything is about love and leaving everyone feeling happy, as that is not the world we live in. Instead she publishes raw, sad and indifferent truths. Your work is so different and yet you pour so much truth about our world into your work. It isn’t easy to write the raw truth and you do it so wonderfully. I do appreciate the lovely kitty emoji. Have a great evening my friend. ❤️

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        1. Yes! ٩( ^ᴗ^ )۶

          I’m ever grateful to Terveen and Masticadores for offering me such an awesome platform 🙂

          Hugs right back,
          Bogdan
          ╰(´꒳`)╯

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        2. jonicaggiano says:

          Me too, my friend, here here for Terveen and Masticadores, the magazine, a wonderful platform. Thanks for the hug too – by the way I am glad your here because I feel blessed to have met you. Have a great evening. Joni

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  5. robertcday says:

    Goodness!
    Your style is terse and yet you use your few words very effectively. Vivid and noir-cinematic.
    The dilemma of your protagonist is very well expressed. His caring nature and carnivorous tendencies are contrasted tellingly with the carefree nature of the feral creature whose children he has and is about to consume.
    Dark and yet illuminating. Thank you, Bogdan.

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    1. Oh, I thank you, Robert!
      For checking it out 🙂 Very much appreciated!
      (=◑ᆽ◑=)ฅ

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      1. robertcday says:

        You’re welcome. It was an entertaining read. Not sure how.this reblogging business works – did you write this piece, Bogdan?

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        1. Yes, I did 🙂
          And MasticadoresIndia was kind enough to publish it (^_^)

          And the reblogging business is quite simple.
          You click the “Reblog” button that stands next to the “Like” button on any WordPress post. By doing so, the post will also apear on your personal blog and will send readers to its original source, like a kind of ad that promotes a product and it takes people to the seller’s website when they click on it.
          So yeah, a reblog is a good thing (=•́ܫ•̀=)

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        2. robertcday says:

          Cool! 😎
          I’m almost afraid to ask, but how much of this is based on personal experience? 🤔

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        3. Hahah, luckily exactly 0% of it is based on personal experience.
          It’s all daydreaming and then putting those daydreams into words. That’s all there is to it.
          =✪ ᆺ ✪=

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        4. robertcday says:

          I suppose it’s similar to my mist recent post, which was a conversation in M&S that almost but ultimately didn’t happen. Well done again, Bogdan.

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  6. Quantez Xihuitl says:

    After reading this, eating out of trash cans should be deemed socially acceptable.

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    1. Agreed! (ᗒ ᗨᗕ)

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    1. (人^ᴗ^) Thank you!

      Like

    1. That’s what it said (=^ェ^=)

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      1. Yes, that does indeed look like a cat…….

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  7. Kirsten says:

    Wow, this is a gripping piece. What a hard decision and I love how it ended with him holding his breath. Great write, Bogdan. 😊

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    1. ( ノ ̄ω ̄ )ノ Thank you, Kirsten!

      Something tells me he would’ve stopped his heart from beating if he could, but he had to settle for the breath…

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      1. Kirsten says:

        I bet!
        You’re most welcome. It’s always a pleasure. 🤗

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  8. Terveen Gill says:

    Bogdan’s writing is horrific and dramatic, a bit unbelievable at times. But the underlying message is as simple and honest as it gets. But it depends whether the reader has achieved a state of mind to accept the stark truths of this world. Blending into the backdrop away from human interaction isn’t a choice but a way of surviving and creating a safe atmosphere so that life can be livable. I think the cat may know something that we humans may never accept or get. Holding my breath till the next great tale…
    Congratulations Bogdan!

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    1. (;  ̄︶ ̄) Thanks!

      I too like to believe that animals simply know something we don’t. Simply because they think from their hearts while we think from our minds, and there’s a world of difference between the two 🙂

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