Soledad

That's it.

It's time.

There is the roar of the waves tonight, acceleration of marine breath, palpitations.

I have the ocean in my whole body.

It's time.
The piece of tissue slides, ends curled up on the floor.

I listen. I watch.

It hurts.


I bump into the lamp, and I'm flotting on the walls, the floor above.

I don't unfold the couch.
I never unfold it.


J'éteinds.

I feel your absence.
Too strong.

It takes all the space.

She pushes me out of bed.

I turn on the belly.
I grabbed my pillow.
Both hands.

Your absence push me on the side.


I melt my legs in my blanket.


I don't know if your ghost could disappear.





Je m'endors toujours avant de le savoir vraiment.