‘Don’t Go There’ and other poems

By: Leigh-Anne Burley

Don’t Go There

A child in the womb
hears whispers of
grievances trapped in
clouds of vapor

We walk apart with
blood splattered faces
use our tongues
as battering rams

Behind crooked smiles
we shake hands in surety
to pledges disrespected

Yellow police tape snakes
around discarded lives


Wondered by Birth

Embroidering around
edges of fertility
stardust seeds
into ripe womb
of the universe

Categories: Poetry

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