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whattingawhat) wrote2008-04-12 10:32 pm
whattingawhat) wrote2008-04-12 10:32 pm
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I can be anything you want me to be [A punching bag, a piece of string oh]
Grace under fire.
The expression was born in her when she accepted the prophecy and walked through a sewer to her death wearing a white prom dress. It resides in her every breath and in the set of her spine. Defense makes it impossibly straight, steel and silk with her shoulders back and her chin tilted up just so, neck exposed, jaw squared and every inch of her offers a challenge that she knows the enemy can’t refuse anymore than they can win. Hurt inspires the same posture but with her chin down, her arms wrapped around her body in order to hold herself together. She is unbreakable in so many ways and fragile in all the others. She’s a weapon but also a girl. Steel runs in her blood and is forged in her soul. It infuses her bones, her words and her skin. There are others but she is alone, vulnerable and apart from all that were and all that are to come. She is the one and the always for reasons she can’t explain and reasons she had nothing to do with. Sometimes she falls and sometimes she stumbles. You can see through her cracks and watch as she crumbles but she always remains. The strongest steel goes through the hottest fire.
The expression was born in her when she accepted the prophecy and walked through a sewer to her death wearing a white prom dress. It resides in her every breath and in the set of her spine. Defense makes it impossibly straight, steel and silk with her shoulders back and her chin tilted up just so, neck exposed, jaw squared and every inch of her offers a challenge that she knows the enemy can’t refuse anymore than they can win. Hurt inspires the same posture but with her chin down, her arms wrapped around her body in order to hold herself together. She is unbreakable in so many ways and fragile in all the others. She’s a weapon but also a girl. Steel runs in her blood and is forged in her soul. It infuses her bones, her words and her skin. There are others but she is alone, vulnerable and apart from all that were and all that are to come. She is the one and the always for reasons she can’t explain and reasons she had nothing to do with. Sometimes she falls and sometimes she stumbles. You can see through her cracks and watch as she crumbles but she always remains. The strongest steel goes through the hottest fire.