Paul Tran - Like Judith Slaying Holofernes

I know better than to leave the house without my good dress, my good knife
  like Excalibur between my stone breasts. Mother would have me whipped,
  would have me kneeling on rice until I shrilled so loud I rang the church
  bells. Didn’t I tell you that elegance is our revenge,
that there are neither victims nor victors
  but the bitch we envy in the end? I am that bitch. I am dogged. I am so damned
  not even Death wanted me. He sent me back after you sacked my body
  the way your armies s...