October 1, 2008

The Bride Named Beatrix Kiddo

With an intricate beadwork

of vehemence on her train

and delicate appliques of

indignation on her headdress,

bodice (is) embroidered with

the finest thread of wrath

and yards of fabric of fury

for her petticoat,

she marches down the aisle

scattered with droplets of blood

on her way to the altar.

Wearing that acrimony gown

complemented with the

bouquet of thorns on her hand

the femme fatale

has never looked so ethereal.

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