Chantilly Armour


She no longer looked beyond those verses for understanding.

Not at the trends and the signs,

the symptoms of the crimes.

It was all, for her, between Genesis and Revelations.

As such she had no new revelations,

with which to start her genesis to a new state of self.

I loved her in a way,

and pitied her in another,

but I respected her resolve.

Holding up those beliefs,

like so much Chantilly Armour.


Oxymoronic Faith.

Her own strength at it’s foundation,

owing nothing to another entity but herself,

though she staunchly refused to see it.

I listened to her chanting her prayers,

her sacrament of self delusion,

and could only think.

“Maybe that’s what I’m missing.”



About Michelle Toussaint

Michelle Toussaint is an Antiguan who has amassed an Associate Degree in Science Education as well as a Diploma in Forensic Science. As such, she Teaches Science in the classroom as well as at home, where she co-leads The Tribe. A merry band comprising her Husband-The Chief, herself-The Priestess, and her three precocious children- the tribesmen. When she isn’t mothering, teaching, being a fangirl or feeding her chocolate addiction. She writes two blogs. Random_Michelle and Death By Expectations. View all posts by Michelle Toussaint

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