Category: FEATURED

No One has Seen True Horror until they’ve Seen a Heaven without Animals by Bogdan Dragos

Don't forget to check out and follow MasticadoresIndia to find more writings to enjoy! Thanks! 
₍ᐢ•ﻌ•ᐢ₎

Terveen Gill's avatarChewers by Masticadores

An abstract image of a cross against a red backdrop and a silhouette of a dog next to it
Image Source: Canva

a dog doesn’t know

much about

the world,

as most animals don’t

and they don’t care

about the world

or about their inability

to comprehend it

Animals are perfectly

self-centered,

like human babies

Well I knew this girl

who was an animal rights

activist

and couldn’t make her

peace with

animals not following their

owners to heaven

Animals don’t go to heaven,

is what religion stated

She had visited heaven

a few times

and came back. It’s done through

intense meditation

and with the help of

a few special mushrooms

And every time she had

visited heaven

she saw no

animals there

If heaven doesn’t have

pets

then heaven is not worth

going to,

she concluded

and she meditated some

more and

had more out-of-body

experiences

and experimented with

new shrooms and herbs

It eventually became clear

to her

that animals don’t go

to heaven

because they…

View original post 232 more words

4

they complete us by Bogdan Dragos

ᶘ ͡° ᴥ͡°ᶅ  Visit Gobblers/Masticadores and find more writings you can enjoy!

j re crivello's avatarMasticadoresAfrica

Dear readers

We have reached an agreement with Bogdan Dragos to publish the 5th series of his poems. We are grateful for his collaboration as we highlight that he has hundreds of readers who follow his publications every Wednesday.

Thank you Bogdan! —j re crivello (Director of Masticatores)

they complete us

"But real love," she says, "is when you'd sew your skin into the skin of your lover to become one. If I could cut off my arm from the elbow and cut yours off as well and join them together as one limb, I'd go for it. I'd then follow with the other arm, then the legs, and finally the chests and the foreheads and lips. We'd die of course, but that would be the beauty of it. We'd die together, as one. We'd become a mass of filth and puss and rot and eventually melt into a…

View original post 773 more words

16

Don’t Think, Just Go Along With It by Bogdan Dragos

Don't forget to check out and follow MasticadoresIndia to find more writings to enjoy! Thanks! 
└（★ｏ★）┐

Terveen Gill's avatarChewers by Masticadores

A woman with long hair covering her face and sitting at the center of a pentagram
Image Source: Canva

the candles were not

made of wax

it was something

different

Something that smelled

like sweat as they

melted

there were five

of them

One for each

corner of the pentagram

They had to take

the furniture

and the carpet out

of the room

to trace it

in the middle

with powders he’d never

heard about

or smelled

or seen before

he’d never heard

or seen or

thought about anything

like this before

He just went

along

And now watched

her round, shaved head

in the dancing light

of the candles

She looked like

an eastern goddess

to him

“I think we’re ready,” she

said

He didn’t know what

they were ready for

but went along

again and

stretched naked over the

pentagram as instructed

and watched as

she mounted him

She rode him in complete

silence

No moaning,

no heavy breathing,

like she felt nothing at…

View original post 121 more words

1

Un mort inteligent

(ﾉ*･ω･)ﾉ*. ☆ﾟ English version HERE!
7

all part of a grand plan

( •◡•) Visit Gobblers/Masticadores and find more writings you can enjoy!

j re crivello's avatarMasticadoresAfrica

By bogdan Dragos

"You are going to die," she told him He was silent for a moment and then said, "I know." "I mean very soon," she added. "The Holy Mother Spirit Guardian told me. She said, one of the men you're sleeping with, the one you met at the bar and watched him drink half a whiskey bottle by himself, is going to die a very premature death." "Thank God," he said at the moment there were better things to do than ask him to clarify but his words became clear to her a few days later when she drove to the construction site he worked at to pick him up his coworkers said that he's no longer among them "Poor bastard locked himself in one of the finished rooms on the ground floor," they said. "He often did that. Locked himself in the bathroom too, sometimes for hours…

View original post 203 more words

0

Fakespeare by Bogdan Dragos

Don't forget to check out and follow MasticadoresIndia to find more writings to enjoy! Thanks!

Terveen Gill's avatarChewers by Masticadores

A black and white historical drawing of a king being pointed at by his queen and an old woman
Image Source: Canva

he sat on his knees

before the

bed

by the window

and tapped swiftly

on the screen

of the cheap tablet he’d

bought second hand

It had only a few apps

and the one

he used was

the notes app

It’s hell having to tap

on a screen

to write

but the alternative was

scratching words with

a pen on

paper

and those couldn’t be sent

anywhere these days

He had to get with

the times

At night he kept dreaming

of a device that

would turn one’s thoughts

into written words.

The future will

bring that for sure, but

for now he couldn’t even

afford

a small laptop

It’s hell having the

words in

you, ready to blaze out,

and not being able to

offer them the means

Oh, he

was frustrated, alright

And behind him a

woman’s voice

kept asking ‘when’

“When what?”

he snapped…

View original post 537 more words

19

how to undo it? by Bogdan Dragos

(｡◕‿◕｡) Visit Gobblers/Masticadores and find more writings you can enjoy!

j re crivello's avatarMasticadoresAfrica

it's been 28 minutes of sitting on his hand and watching outside the window the hand went numb On better days he's use that hand to please himself, imagining it belonged to somebody else, some cute woman but as it was today he used it to grab the bottle and pour himself another glass of vodka "Thank you," he said after the glass was full. "I'll get my whole body numb tonight. Not only my hand." Already the hand was slowly beginning to recover feeling He didn't like that. Felt like the imaginary friend was being stolen away He gently touched the hand to his face and decided there was too much feeling in it. "No," he said, "don't leave so early." And then placed the hand back under him "I can't stand having you for such short periods of time. I'm so alone. I swear, I will kill my…

View original post 169 more words

2

A Cold Hell by Bogdan Dragos

Don't forget to check out and follow MasticadoresIndia to find more writings to enjoy! Thanks! 
⊂( ◉‿◉ )つ

Terveen Gill's avatarChewers by Masticadores

A close up of a mother and child, dirty and poor, crying and hugging each other
Image Source: Canva

the clouds seemed

to be holding

the sun back

like a slave

with chains of lead

After a night

of heavy snow

the day tried to make

a comeback

and failed

It was 11:00 AM

and dark as evening

and since it was

also cold as hell

they concluded they

were in hell

“But hell is not

forever, mother,” he

said. “I’ll make it outside

of hell. In a place where

every soul has a home

and no one freezes in the

streets like us.”

It was a childish promise

that came from

a child

Unlike his mother and her

purple lips

and faded eyes that looked

towards his face

but not at it,

he was blazing with life

and with rage

He shook his tiny fist

at life’s own

cruelty

and cursed the coldness

of the gods

It was still pathetic

in comparison

with the coldness

View original post 444 more words

4

A King David of Our Times – New poem featured in SPILLWORDS

featured magazine literary wiring poem poetry writer reading read published publishing publisher story book feature inspiration 
New poem featured in the illustrious SPILLWORDS PRESS!

TITLE: a king David of our times


( ⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃ Give it a read HERE


Thanks!
47

words that hurt by Bogdan Dragos

( ´-ω･) Visit Gobblers/Masticadores and find more writings you can enjoy!

j re crivello's avatarMasticadoresAfrica

her words awakened
physical pain
in him

the mere sound of them
was like
claws scratching against
his brain

When she's old enough,
a mother can
hurt her son
like she never could in
her youth

Listening to her
now,
he felt like crying

And she wasn't even
cursing him
She just looked around
and then finally set
her eyes on him
and repeated the
same question
"When is he
coming home?"

"But mother, I am home,"
he cried. "It's me!"

But in reply
she would only make a
confused face
and start looking around
again
and ask the same
question again

She was
only 62
and aside from her
mind
everything was healthy
about her

which only meant that
they'll both be
stuck in
this hell
for longer

Years that will
feel like decades

View original post

34

Create a website or blog at WordPress.com

Up ↑