"Empty" reads like a snapshot of a household where something has gone badly wrong. The opening images are violent: mirrors flying, things crashing, someone slapped and whipped. The line "Mom's not coming" suggests the speaker is waiting for a rescue that won't arrive. From there the poem turns to absence. Windows, bottles, glasses and shelves are all empty, and the speaker shouts into a space where "no voice" answers.
The speaker feels abandoned and numb. Late in the poem, "I ain't coming, no one does" suggests they have stopped expecting anyone, and perhaps stopped trying to reach anyone, too. The mention of empty bottles hints at drinking, though the poem never says so outright. The repeated "crashing, stirring" returns at the end and drags the poem toward "Back to death," which could mean despair or a wish to escape. The mood is bleak, jittery and lonely, built from short, clipped lines that feel like flinching.