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whattingawhat) wrote2008-06-01 02:08 pm
whattingawhat) wrote2008-06-01 02:08 pm
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All you know of heroines is what you read [Sometimes we burn. Sometimes we bleed]
All you know of heroines is what you read//Sometimes we burn. Sometimes we bleed] –Curses by The Golden Palominos
You think you know what it’s like, being a slayer. You think it’s about power and kicking ass. It’s about right and wrong and fighting evil. You’re right but that’s only half of the story. That’s the movie half. You know with the credits and the cool theme music. That’s Abby Whistler and Alice. That’s cute shoes, short skirts and high kicks.
It’s the other half that no one wants to write about. It’s the half that hurts and burns. The half that bleeds and hides in the shadows. It’s about never being finished and always aching for that resolution. It’s about high towers and six feet under the ground. It’s hiding bruises because they expose your vulnerability and Wonder Woman is never, ever vulnerable. It’s lies, half truths and nightmares that make you want to never shut your eyes again. It’s what the papers will never print and the storybooks will never tell. Sometimes we burn. Sometimes we fail. Sometimes we bleed and in the end, we’re never enough.
You think you know what it’s like, being a slayer. You think it’s about power and kicking ass. It’s about right and wrong and fighting evil. You’re right but that’s only half of the story. That’s the movie half. You know with the credits and the cool theme music. That’s Abby Whistler and Alice. That’s cute shoes, short skirts and high kicks.
It’s the other half that no one wants to write about. It’s the half that hurts and burns. The half that bleeds and hides in the shadows. It’s about never being finished and always aching for that resolution. It’s about high towers and six feet under the ground. It’s hiding bruises because they expose your vulnerability and Wonder Woman is never, ever vulnerable. It’s lies, half truths and nightmares that make you want to never shut your eyes again. It’s what the papers will never print and the storybooks will never tell. Sometimes we burn. Sometimes we fail. Sometimes we bleed and in the end, we’re never enough.