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. |