Hollow
Standing still on the edge of life
I call upon the northern wind to take away my pain
Straining muscles before I dive
And still afraid of things that might remain
Before the wind starts cutting like a knife
I tilt my head to taste the droplets of the rain
I lean and jump into the hive
Feeling my hair shield my falling frame
And then there’s nothing not a sound
And I can hear the rain start crying out my name