It’s Sleaze & Sirens in the End
has grown limbs legs
crackle-whipped from speed
& i have wrapped my head
in your button-up shirt
Why didn’t the lake wash away your skin?
Or the fall keep you sleeping?
that bed made of paper / made a paper girl sink
(red prom dresses) (gauze)
you’re beautiful this wet
this full of book dedications & teeth
Ahja Fox is a poet obsessed with bodies/body parts (specifically the throat). Her tagline is ‘#suicidebywriting’ and her muses are dead things found among the living. Ahja can be found around Denver reading at various events and open mics or co-hosting at Art of Storytelling. She has recently decided to end her educational hiatus and is going for her BA in English-Literature/Creative Writing at UCD. She publishes in online and print journals like Five:2:One, Driftwood Press, Rigorous, Noctua Review, SWWIM, Tuck Magazine, and more. She has also recently been included in the 2018 Punch Drunk Anthology. Follow her on Instagram or Twitter at aefoxx.