Riley welch is a poet from texas living in colorado. She posts three original poems a week. 

What World

Rocked out hard,
missed you
sweat through my hair
I would put it up
this is how I look
bangs pasted to my forehead

blisters on my heels
the arch of my foot too
the part where the prince would grab it to put on the slipper.

If I wore slippers
do you think I’d find one?

Instead I’m sitting here inhaling,

I smelled your cooking.
I bet it’s still bad.


No time

A Friday