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

A silhouette

A little twist in her hair,
that fell like
like a word on the tip of my tongue that I can taste.
It is almost there but it does not come out.
It starts with something soft like “ssss” or “shhhh”.
And leaves something floating after I say it.
Floating behind me in the air.

Curls down to the end of the strand,
split into two perfect pieces right before it reaches the end.


Shifting Now.

Among things I am working to forget