Jan 30, 2021
1 min read
The Past
A poem you just can’t shake
It stalks you
down the streets
you’ve frequented
for years beyond
desire
it smells the
weakness you wear
like a flimsy shield
absorbing you
tracking you
you can’t escape
no one can.
Words Misplaced houses poetry and prose that finds it has no place elsewhere. The kind of work that pushes its own boundaries or simply wants to be heard.
