It’s Sleaze & Sirens in the End
this loop 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. |