EMPTINESS Poem by Raúl Henao
EMPTINESS
One morning I awoke empty
There remained not the slightest trace of me in the room
My body took indistinctly the form of whatever object
was in reach
I did not succeed in looking at myself in the mirror
I could not even locate the bottom of my pockets
Not one single hair lay on the very white sheet
Then I opened the room door :
I had left myself outside.
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