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.