The three-breasted woman, shoulders arched back, chin raised high, mouth pursed;
Walked through the roads, throwing insolent glances at the world.
She was here to teach them the new Order.
She cursed back all who cursed her, daring them to stop the change she would bring.
Nobody would dare this woman.
The three-breasted woman was strange.
She glowered at the mad man who stared long at her.
Lending a sarcastic offering of a breast so he could throw his gaze away.
As she continued on her spree down, away from the mad man’s angry, still prying eyes, he grunted, unsheathed his machete hidden from other eyes,
And cut off the three-breasted woman’s head.