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

Dim Fires

His bloodied fist smacked the pavement
Harder than the first time -

But still tender enough to let him feel the pain
Any harder
And he would have gone numb.

It was a balance.

Staying on the edge of pain.
Of hurt.
Of knocking one more person down

Collecting pieces of people like it was the only thing refilling his power bar.

Past lives didn’t matter now
Careless, all that mattered was the time on the clock in the beginning
And end.

Skin on skin
But not at all.

Riley Welch


Empty Day