Ghost

White sheets,

over me.

Reaching for escape,

raising the volume of my screams.

Entering slowly,

without permission.

I look up,

only to see-

a body floating over me.

Listening closely,

to empty beats of breath.

Patterns of air,

to form a language,

and find translation

for any sign of life left.

But a sign never shows-

So still I look up,

and all I can see,

are white sheets,

and a body,

floating over me.