No Trace

 

In the discomfort of the silence,

in the mess of my disentangled self,

the vertigo of the one-way stream

unfolds like a slippery line

I press my heels with all my force

against the uneven bricks,

the pavement cutting through my flesh

there are no stops,

there are no stops

Over my shoulder,

I look in despair for chips of flesh

spread in my shadow

there is no shred to mark my passage,

there is no trace,

I left no trace