ENTER IPHIGENIA / her eyes are wide but not in fear. her heart beats with the steady rhythm of a trapped hummingbird and yet she betrays nothing of the turmoil within. they place her upon the ALTAR, a bride in white, crown her in gold and flower & tell her : child, this is your awakening. ( child, this is your DEATH. ) she does not flinch when the dagger kisses her skin and she does not flinch when blood drips down the marble steps. doe-children had always known the kiss of the reaper. EXIT IPHIGENIA. / loved by joan.

















