Prognosis: Ghost {Silenced Sisters}
 
I am a ghost
the deliberate
deliberations
of words never spoken

the colours of 
thoughts
never expressed
ke`-da-xe
I am
the shadow
of shadow(s)
that bleed/pool
and collect
in the corners
of buildings
in the hallways/
the bones/of
sodden earth

shpo^
wa-bi^`
wa-hi`
o^_mo^-i^`-ka

buried beneath 
a concrete smoothe
that you will never
see..

I am a ghost
the blood tinge 
upon the myst
of your sodden breath
shpo^_ni-o^
that you...
almost recognize
the blurred visage
of a human being 
without eyes
i^-shta`

I am a ghost
a grease stain
burned
a marrow smear
dust
I am the cur
howling
just beyond 
the mune light
where the
bone
bonfires
BURN!

after dark
almost mid night
ho^_u-to^-ga
a recollection
you can't quite
decipher
illegible emotion
stone stoic
epitaphs
gone...
but not forgotten

ci-gthe`
o-tha`-ha
I am 
the footprint
you will never follow
the fingerprint
missing 
from every 
use-able file

the samples
of evidence
not included
in any forensic/
conversation..

I am a ghost
u`-be-hni
I eat nothing
I need no/
personal space
someone stole that
from me already

skull sockets splayed
between shoulder blades
i^-shta`-u-gtho^
wi-to^`-be!...
I !/See !/ You !..


I am a ghost....
blood....
a wash of
mud bank silt/
sliding over
the  roots
that hide 
the planes of
facial recognition/
features
only I will 
know/
between rock
'nd smoothed
strata stone

o^_I am
a ghost
swamp gas
 nitrate filters
...what's left 
of a winsome smile

who am I?!
I am a ghost!!
tendril passages
of hair fine growth

I have been 
here 
a long time...
tears dried to
to rain
ni-zhiu`/
 wa-tho^
songs to a 
faded wind
whisper
xo`-e

it is where 
I am...
Waiting for
my..
Red Dress 

to join  the others..
my..
silenced sisters...
ni-o^

last woven breath
my face
i^-dse`
translucent memory
who am I?!...

Olde...decayed
deceased...desiccated..
don't YOU know?!
I am a silent sister!..
surrounded 
by reddened earth!..
I.....am a ghost
waiting
to be found!!

no^-xe_u-zho^-ge
u`-be-hni

~ SoldierBlue



For Misty 

May you get what you want.
A blessing or a curse?
A green sheath dress,
A tightly clutched purse,
Neither wide enough to carry the hurt
Of a predator's assault,
The aches and the pains,
Of an unholy intrusion,
As the world learned your name.

Bad moon rising,
Stars align,
A cloud of confusion,
As men malign
Your body,
Immortal on screen,
Your talent captured forever on late night TV.
Death cannot diminish you,
Your spirit, strength, and soul.
Safe with Creator,
You are whole.


~ Dawn Karima