she still read
random internet articles
from time to time
and it was in
one of them
that she found the good
news
It was below
a post titled
GOD IS LOVE
that she didn’t bother
to read
the one she did bother
to read
explained that small
shards of glass can
enter the body through
wounds
and make their way
through the veins
to the heart
And that kills
you
Finally
a good way to go
Not too messy and not too
pathetic
and, best of all,
not likely to be labeled
as suicide
Perfection
She finished her
drink
and put the phone away
and went into her
room where she locked
herself in
The large hand mirror
lay face down
on the nightstand
She grabbed it
and stretched on the floor
and rolled under
the bed
where she removed her
clothes
and watched herself in
the mirror
surrounded by cold
darkness
“I found it,” she said. “The
way to go. Finally!”
The shadowy shape
in the mirror
watched her for a few
heartbeats
then it told her, “I doubt
it. We both know
how likely you are to
find anything, dear.”
“No, this time
I found it for sure. It’s
perfect.”
“Meh, alright, go ahead,
amaze me.”
“O-okay, so listen. Science
has proven that–”
“What the fuck d’you know
about science? Are
you serious?”
“Listen to me!
I know that small shards
of glass can
infiltrate your bloodstream
and reach your heart.
That way you can die. It’s
that easy!”
“Glass shards?”
“Yeah, the smaller
the better. You can grind
the glass like fine
sand. I know glass is
made from sand. See, I’m not
that dumb.
And I can do it. Oh, I can
definitely do it. This
I know for sure.”
“It’s a wonder you know
anything for sure.
And how long does it take for
the glass to reach
your heart?”
“Um, it depends from
person to person, I’d say.”
“You’d say? Oh, all of a
sudden you’re
the grand expert, eh?”
“Stop being
mean!”
“Fuck you. Listen, I got
another idea. Instead of
glass, why don’t you
cut yourself with
iron fillings? And then,
after they made their
way into your
bloodstream, use a powerful
magnet
to guide them to
the heart. It’ll be
faster that way, won’t it?”
“Um… Wow, you’re…
smart.”
“I’m as smart as you
are dumb. Thanks.”
“Well, you’re also as
mean as I am…”
“What? Kind? Oh, don’t
make me laugh.”
She didn’t laugh
she was angry. Furious
She headbutted the
hand mirror
and cracked it
and headbutted it
again and broke it
The shards got into
the skin of her forehead
and cheeks
and nose
she hurled the mirror’s
frame away
The only thing
she knew
at the moment was
that she no longer
wanted to die
but to kill
She rolled away from
under the bed
and exited the room
and knocked with her
fist into the
bathroom door
There was
no one on the other
side
-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 captures the darkness of the mind in the most creative light. I think before the internet, people’s wants and curiosities were contained. But now everything (good or bad) is simply a google away. So much exposure can only add fuel to the fire and burn any remaining sanity to a crisp. I wonder if this was inspired from a real internet post…
Congratulations Bogdan!
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Thank you! (⁎˃ᆺ˂ )
Though I hope nobody ever has to make such an internet post (if they did, it would’ve been taken down by the moderators in no time, I’d say… Or, well, it depends on the platform).
The desire to escape this plane of existence through the easiest route possible is definitely something a lot of humans share (unfortunately). It’s not because they’re bad or because they’ve given up on this world completely. Mostly it’s because the real world fails again and again to live up to their fantasies.
One such a soul was the poet Charles Bukowski who drank heavily all day and would hurl the bottles at the walls and walk barefoot through the house and cut his feet in the shards. He’s the one I learned this from :))) And no, I will not put it in practice in the real world, only in the fictional one 🙂
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Your stories always get to me. I actually had to look it up and do a bunch of research. Great story brought back some sad memories of when my mom fed my little sister lightbulb glass in her scrambled eggs. She only saw it because she left a piece of the filament. Many will read it and not believe this. However, by then I was gone and there was no one left to help protect her. It was horribly sad for me to hear this over the news. It sounds like the metal might have been dangerous but she saw the filament in time to quit eating the eggs. So your story is truly good and sounds like a crazy idea, we know now that it is not really that crazy after all. Nice going Dragos. I so enjoy reading your work. Many hugs, Joni
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Wow, that sounds absolutely crazy!
I knew a boy once who put a whole lightbulb in his mouth as part of a stupid internet challenge. Apparently, it’s easy to place a lightbulb inside one’s mouth, but then you can’t take it out (unless you have a ridiculously large mouth, I guess). Well, long story short, the lightbulb had to be broken to be taken out and of course that left some horrible bleeding injuries. It was a fairly disturbing thing, but at least the boy put the lightbulb into his mouth by his own free will. It doesn’t compare to the thing described above. My goodness… a small injury provoked by someone who is supposed to protect and love us hurts infinitely more than a big injury provoked by ourselves or some complete stranger.
I sincerely hope things are better today.
HUGS
(づ ◡﹏◡)づ
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Yes, no one is getting fed glass anymore thank goodness. That is a wild story about the boy who put a light bulb in his mouth and then couldn’t get it out. What you said is true of course about being hurt, she still brings that horrible incident up even today. I have decided you are like the conscience of MasticadoresIndia. You make us think and many people who grow up in upper middle class and relatively normally find some of the things you write so insanely crazy. However, I know that they are not, I am a realist. Thanks for the big hug emoji. I have a blessed life indeed my friend. Congratulations for your publication as well. Have a great week Dragos.
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Thanks!
And many blessings to you!
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You are so welcomed, thanks for the kind emoji too, and blessing to you Dragos. I can’t wait to see your next piece. Big hugs, Joni
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what an intriguing picture. The ending is unexpected–there’s nobody there…
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Thank you! 🙂
Whenever we feel haunted and tortured by demons… There’s actually nobody there. It’s just us.
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