The screen door
swings open.
She jumps–
off her guard;
on edge
all evening.
This house
has no ghosts.
Husband’s home.
She eyes him
coldly,
wondering:
how much
he’ll haunt her.
Originally published at Rust + Moth – Spring 2016
poet | editor | reviewer
Rachel Nix 
I love your imagery in this. ❤️ I also love seeing new poems from you.
Thank you, Julia! ❤