Chapter 1 – Base Effrontery

16 Jun

Words make a path to my

Tongue more silent and

Venomous than any sudden

Flood of tears.


Violent urges

Curl my fingers into fists.

Death grips me and gnaws

At my pride.

Fervid, I am –


Strung out across the boundaries

Of utopia

While the diabolical vicar


Must I grovel as you gibe?

My ephemeral folly

Finds me grappling

With infamy.

I find this affinity for evil

Base effrontery.


3 Responses to “Chapter 1 – Base Effrontery”

  1. melodylowes June 16, 2012 at 8:32 pm #

    Unusual word choices – a very emotional image emerges in this piece.

    • jessicalle June 17, 2012 at 11:27 pm #

      Thanks, Melody. I meant to send you a link to “Temptation”. Thought of you while I was posting. Hope you like!

      • melodylowes June 17, 2012 at 11:54 pm #

        I haven’t done my reading for the day yet, so I’ll be popping over later! Sounds eintersting!

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