New Life
As I sit in the sunny alcove of my new house
I hear a sound, a scratch, maybe a mouse?
My coffee break over, I continue to unpack
And I feel the slight touch like a breeze on my back.
The hair on my neck begins to stand up,
And I silently rise and begin to back up
Could this place be haunted?
I laugh, and undaunted
Continue to unpack items of clothing
And get to the box that I have been loathing
To open, for the memories are raw
Of a hostile abuser, and I begin to withdraw
Feeling that feeling again
And something within
Tells me I am not alone.
I begin to moan
As a shadow engulfs me.
Oh, no, it can’t be!
His hands on my neck, I struggle for breath
As slowly my new life concludes with my death.
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