Satin Ghosts
“Ilse , I am Ilse”

I met an elderly widow, who carried ghosts in her pocket.
She smelled of Avon’s Red Door and mothballs.
She called them memories,
wrapped in satin handkerchiefs.
Folded just right,
leading back to War-zones
when graves were a monument of shoes .
When she spoke of them,
her voice cracked like a
ceramic vase,
shedding secrets
no one dared to mend.
She prays
not for vengeance,
but for mercy,
for the world to remember
the ash, like she does.
She avoids the produce aisle in fear she’ll run into unwanted ghosts,
like potatoes.
Nor does she attend barbecues or go outside mid-snowfall.
Everytime she grabs a paper number from the deli she’s reminded of her fateful death.
The one she was spared.
A seven-digit ghost that taunts her,
with every beep brushing a barcode.
The ghost often visits in many faces.
One as her grandson when he leaves crumbs on the plate
she dissociates.
She still counts things
the tiles on her bathroom floor,
the number of steps to the mailbox,
the seconds it takes
for water to boil.
At times this is the only way she can breathe.
Ilse, I am Ilse,
as if reminding her bones
that she is more
than a number.
Every so often she pulls out the satin handkerchief and preserves a tear,
a keepsake, a memorial.
About the Creator
Natasha Collazo
Selected Writer in Residency, Champagne France ---2026
The Diary of an emo Latina OUT NOW
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Comments (16)
Hauntingly beautiful, Natasha; congratulations on your top story!
You made it seem as if she is dear to all of us. So well-wrought. Congrats on top story! 🥳
This is very strong and emotional. Sad and beautiful at the same time. 🌷
Back to say congratulations on your Top Story! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
This is so heartbreakingly beautiful, Natasha. You really capture the emotions of the memories. Congrats on the well-deserved Top Story! 🎉
This poem is a masterpiece! just wondering is it the holocaust specifically or just war?
Heartbreaking in the most wonderful way
This carries its own ghosts with it. Beautifully written
Beautiful piece. Truly. And so heartbreakingly relevant to the world today.
I had to stop after that first line and start again. What a powerful opening! And the rest of the poem is just as strong. Such emotional imagery. Beautifully done. Congrats on the Top Story too!
Gosh this was so poignant and emotional. Loved it so much!
How did you capture such a deep trauma so incredibly well? Absolutely excellent writing, Natasha 🏆
The weight of "never again" hangs heavy in this, Natasha. Incredibly well done.
A very truthful piece. My grandparents never fought in the world war during their time because of disabilities, but the stories of sadness and pain they shared were heartbreaking to listen to. I think we have to remember that when human beings fall during the war, those who never fought in it also suffered and they have feelings too. This is amazing.
Soul-stirringly beautiful writing!! I have a dear friend named Ilse. This fabulous piece made me think of her. I think I'd better check on her. Thx 4 sharing Natasha! 🌸
Beautiful