Amanda Salisbury

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Beyond the Mist

Yike. I was certainly in a mood this day. I remember precisely why but you’ll never get me to tell.


Beyond the Mist

  • Originally posted on a 6s community September 22, 2010 at 9:47am

Let me disabuse you of your preconceived ideas, those thoughts that form nearest your cerebellum and rise like mist among the hills and ravines of your mind, those ideas you cannot remember making, those notions born of the marriage of your skewed perception and falsest memories. I am not the thing, vile and despised, you think you see through that mist; if the mist fell, and your guard alongside, you would sit in a pool of self-derived fear and awe, unable to look away.

For the mist dampens my appearance, and, once clarity prevails, you will see the razor’s edge of my form. I am both more and less than your notions have allowed you to believe, and truth will drop the scales from your mind’s eye.

I am neither Monster nor Mary Sue; I am neither folklore nor convention; I am neither breakable nor bulletproof. I am but a woman with all the attendant capability and completeness: both hard and soft; simultaneously reasoning and emotional; given to each passion, reflection, and resolution, in turn; desirous of you seeing the fullness of my personhood and hesitant to remove the mist of misperception, because I am both terrible and beautiful to behold, and you will never be the same again.

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