O’ Sad Daddy
 
you rest body after you choke
me between back and bed sheet

this space needling night wing
water prison   dead prison   prison
untucked weight           your teeth sing
in a blue chipped bowl as I self-mutilate
my ninth and tenth rib
my spine     iliac crests ischia

belly half-swelled
i am predisposed to tearing

that boy from your tongue
chains stitching an unscented blanket
daddy        where is God in this room
  pink puckering a breath        a sex

game of suicide? watch you tap   tap   tap
bone against metal         extend your neck
across the floor

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.