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.
-- 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.