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Courtney Felle

In Our Nature


Apples, grapefruits,
Blackberries glittering in
Collection piles to be packed into
Dust-covered bags with
Elephant-sized crinkling.
Fingers foam at the edges
Grasping for the
Hedonistic fruit, pits of pleasure
In the centers.
Judas loved Jesus the only way he knew how,
Kissing his knuckles every night before bed knowing
Love couldn’t save him from his fate:
Messiah. Murderer.
Nails in hands
Open vermillion rivers; I am
Praying for forgiveness,
Quaking with the knowledge I don’t believe in
Receiving it.
Strawberry juice runs in droplets past my
Tongue, saliva
Undulant like the Red Sea.
Violet violence of dark blueberries
Washes its baptism over me,
Exalted in false idolatry.
You knew this would happen, me
Zipping past as a god in my paganism.




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Courtney Felle is currently a senior in high school. She has been writing for the majority of her life, in most every genre. Outside of writing, she enjoys hiking, reading, and volunteering in the greater Buffalo area, particularly with kids. She wants to study political science and creative writing in college, hoping to someday work in and/or with government in creating more social and legal progress in America.

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