Annie On Writing

June 22, 2016

I found God at Bergdorf Goodman by Kevin Andrew

Filed under: Twisted Tales,Writing Tools — Annie Evett @ 1:09 pm
I found God at Bergdorf Goodman.
It happened in the accessory department
Where I heard a whispered angelic voice,
with words of hope
and prosperity,
and I became a believer.
A mighty power surged up and down my spine
as I caressed the buttery black leather backpack
that told me I am special,
that I am unique,
and loved.
The twinkle of its silver zippers
were like a northern star that brought me to a sacred place
where I could indulge
and consume.
Then I became consumed myself.

A high-heeled pop pop, pop, bounced around my ears
as the clerk rushed over wearing the same look of wonder.
I knew she too, was a believer.
As I checked pocket sizes on my new messiah
I felt its sacrifice,
how a beast was slain for me.
Should it have been me?
Had my sins really been forgiven by the death of an innocent?
After a credit card swipe
I had left Bergdorf’s with a new soul.
This bag would fix my everything.
And it did, until
I got home and shut the door
and tore off an arm-strap,
and in that moment I knew
that God did not exist.


1 Comment »

  1. I *REALLY* liked this! Especially the part about death of an innocent, great comparison to Christianity there.


    Comment by ganymeder — June 27, 2016 @ 3:54 am | Reply

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