FREAKY FLASH FRIDAY: the chorus discuss iphigenia by a.d.

Her vestal smile still hangs in the school foyer, above the lone urn of dentate chrysanthemums that her mother injects every Monday, chronic as a heartbeat. Rust has seized the dedicatory plaque, steadily deforming dear daughter into deer slaughter— one final spit from the cruel mouth of the gods.

The gruesome details surrounding her death have since been glossed over. Now it has simply become an accident, a tragedy, as if she was just an ordinary, misfortunate child who slipped and sundered her skull on the edge of the bath, or dove head first into the high tide on a dare and never resurfaced. Nobody mentions her father or his bloodstained hands, his hunger like a noose around the house. Nobody mentions her family, her absence like a blade slicing cleanly through it.

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a.d. is drawn to the sacred, the profane, the mysterious and the mythological, which provides inspiration for her work. She is an award-nominated bisexual poet and visual artist, and her work is published in HAD, Hominum Journal, the engine(idling, Eulogy Press, God's Cruel Joke, Cosmic Daffodil, Bleating Thing, and elsewhere.

X & Tumblr: @godstained

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