The Cackle of the ghost

A Poem

By Nomthandazo Nxabela

My sisters have stories,
Writhing between their thighs
Grappling between subjective truths
And real lies.
The ghosts in their souls’ cackle
Silencing the stories within
Never at home in her own skin

My sisters tell me stories
So I kept them secret
Because of the pain known
And the milk that once dripped
From my thighs
And the ghosts that cackle
Are all too familiar