Ode to Emptiness

it was a branch that broke through the glass in the window

during yesterday's hurricane

or is it a hole in me

cut to the shape of a glass

this is a fragment of the same glass

driven into the hand up to the elbow

or is it a burnt piece of flesh

on which soot has settled

this is a black trace from this soot

what was left on the blank wall

or is it gore

the one that was in me

this is a shadow of me

who lingered in hell

or is it a completely different “me”

taking a step into the void