Pour the Whiskey Over My Heart and Set It On Fire by Bogdan Dragos

What Da Cover Says: Horror Sleaze Trash proudly presents the poems of Bogdan Dragos.

What I Says: I have followed Dragos on WordPress for many years now and he has entertained me all that time with some bloody good poems, you are guaranteed to get something dark and fucked-up that will give ya a chuckle….unless it’s just me giggling.

Horror Sleaze Trash presents this mighty fine collection from Dragos, it contains some of his most twisted material, I love how again and again he is able to surprise me with how the poem ends. In my opinion the tone of a poetry collection is always set by the first one, it has to be strong and it needs to get some kind of rise from you or you ain’t gonna enjoy what’s next, Dragos starts us off with “some things can never be put back together” a brilliant start, messed…

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11 March 2022 12

empaths

these days a lot of
people call
themselves
empaths

They claim to be able
to feel what
other people
are feeling
and suffer with them

"I cheated on my boyfriend
with his brother," some
girl said,
“and being the empath
that I am
I started crying along
with him when he
found out. It's hard
being such
an empath."

And there was
the guy
who got into a bar
brawl and
knocked another guy's
teeth out
and held a hand to his
own mouth and made
pain noises

I guess he
was an empath too

If you have a
social media account
and don't describe yourself
as an empath
people will think you're some
kind of monster,
a psychopath, they'll compare
you with Hitler

Yeah, it's a good
reason not
to use social media

If you actually
needed another

INSTAGRAM

My Poetry Collection

11 March 2022 102

A Cracked Shell by Bogdan Dragos

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Chewers by Masticadores

A slug sitting on a small rock — Image Source: Snappa

“Lack of love,” she once told him, “can turn

a man into a cracked shell. Turn

his steps into rotten

butterfly wings falling. Turn his

breath into ether. His heart into a sick slug

struggling to escape a haunted bog.”

Sure, sure

but then again his parents told him

long ago when he was a child

that if he kept making ugly faces

he’ll remain like that forever

Well, now his parents weren’t here

and she wasn’t here

He was all alone

with his cat who gently licked at its genitals

besides him on the other pillow

Other than the cat’s saliva

breaking apart in contact with its fur

and skin

there was no sound in the room

it was all so peaceful

There was a gentle drizzle outside

just enough to keep people

and noisy children off the streets

It was perfect

Had she been here

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7 March 2022 10

dirty eyes By Bogdan Dragos

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the woman with the dirty eyes, they called her as she always beheld people like they were but dust in her eyes Her face would make that expression of pure disgust one feels while passing a homeless drunk in the streets. Fallen and stained with piss and feces and blood People weren't worthy to be held in her eyes but the people were everywhere she looked So she looked less into the world and more into her papers where she drew the few things she saw Every human being was drawn with hair covering their eyes and every animal with human eyes, clean eyes she'd been drawing all her life and now more than ever before She had a new dog now. One so meek and so obedient that it allowed her to stretch open its eyes and lick them with her tongue "There is much inspiration to be tasted…

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