ZZZ

Slept too long

day drawn on

brain melting

or frozen in time. 

Slept too long

hours tick off

one at a time

I couldn't think of a rhyme. 

Slept too long

made mistakes but now they're gone

said goodbye, 

but I was wrong. 

Where's tonight? 

4/28/2017

Riley Welch

All Across a Campus

I liked the days best
when the clouds hung low
touching the top branches of the trees.
I pictured the dew,
start there, and then move down the trunk
hopping leaf to leaf
slowing sprinkling the grass
when it reached it
below.
The sun filtered through
soft and light
all at the same time.
The air was heavy,
padded with water drops I though I'd missed.
It was my favorite kind of morning.

4/25/2017
Riley Welch

Too Tall

A wave
came over me
like it always does
and I tried to shake it off
but I felt this pull,
so.

4/20/2017
Riley Welch

3100

The font flowed

wellllll

I kept thinking of weird repeats. 

Bloody, maybe. 

Everything felt hard lately. 

Not difficult. 

But this a certain toughness. 

I couldn't chew threw and regretted that. 

4/21/2017

Riley Welch

R.O.N.

I could feel my cheeks split open
blood poured into my mouth
and
I thought it would be warm
but it felt cold.
I spit up mouthful after
mouthful of crude red
mixed with saliva,
it didn't turn pink, pooled in
my cheeks, holding it like
nuts for the winter.
My teeth gleamed so white
in the contrast.
My gums acting as grey
space
between the red and white.
I didn't know I had it in me.
Cheeks suck in like dimples,
popped like biting into a grape.

4/18/2017
Riley Welch

Empty

I coughed up everything I'd forgotten about.
I remembered them when my throat itched the next day,
vomited up what I felt I could muster.
Cold like the day before.
Ice from my center
that my stomach couldn't warm.
The bite of acid wasn't there
and snow fell from my mouth,
crystallized individuality in each flake.
Jaw clenched, tension, and locked.
I forgot to hold my tongue
and swallowed it down
choking as it went.

4/17/2017
Riley Welch

5

Getting harder and harder to be on time.
I need a lazy productive morning.
Things can be both, you know.

Or at least.
I can try.

4/12/2017
Riley Welch

3 3 Line Friday Thoughts

Too much caffeine was a bad idea
and I knew it
but I really, really couldn't stop.

Here I'm shaking
nodding really subtle
but I know it's not.

Hot walks
this sweater is too thin
but it's shape is so lovely.

3/10/2017
Riley Welch

Later

So it's late on a Monday.

Later than usual.

The sound of the wind lacks the comfort it has when I am not scurrying across keyboards to finish my work.

I feel a sharp pinch of loss,
I felt it more strongly when the sun set.

I miss the light that I know will come back tomorrow.

I think I loved you.

I cannot wait.

4/10/2017
Riley Welch

2:25 PM

The walls are made of salt.
And the ground was salt.
And the ceiling was salt.
And the air was wet.
And all the linings of your body.
Leaked water.
Because of osmosis.
Sucking it outward.
How long can you hold your breath?
Would it even make a difference if you could?
Is it blood, life, Earth?
Could you drown your body in water?

4/5/2017
Riley Welch

Wandering

Surely I've posted
about the way words wound before.
I'm mesmerized at how you learn words.
Follow letters.
How do you picture letters and words.
I don't know.
I wish I did.

4/5/2017
Riley Welch

NP

The color teal pressed itself into my eyelids and I saw a firework sprawl.
Explode behind what was left.
I pictured giggling women.
Beach frolicking.
Filling dark bathtubs
in awe.
Surprised by the way corsets laced up
and left intricate marks
on the ones I've loved.
My entrancement is like worship
until I've run out of water.
Oh. Please.

4/2/2017
Riley Welch

5

Wishing well lost my coins
I feel like I'm out of luck
I wonder if they'll drown
or
just sink.

4/29/2017
Riley Welch