She stands on the high desolate crag
Staring silently out
Into the great open nothingness
That is the sea.

The water pounds against the
Rocks below causing her to wince
And shudder, yet she stares
And is unmoved.

Screaming tears stream down her cheek,
Although her eyes are dead.
She spreads her arms
To feel something, anything
In the wild wind.
It whips around her
Urging her to dance;
Hair flying and flapping
Like an untamed bird
Locked in a cage, dress
Rising, falling and floating
As if the savage wind
Grabbed hold, forcing it to
Be its dance partner.

Her eyes remain unmoved
On the horizon, far beyond
What she has seen;
Longing, steady, dead.

Her arms fall like
Broken twigs at her sides;
Fixed stare on the
Horizon moves to the
Crashing waves below.
She examines the rocks
Welcoming the great jagged Teeth
To pierce her fragile body.
They call, asking her to
Lie with them.

Her vacant eyes are lifted
Towards the fading sun;
Every bright hue unable
To warm her numb, frozen core.

The wind continues vexing,
Violently blowing at her back.
One final gust
She is unable to endure
Its harassment any longer;
The bird is freed from It’s cage.
Her body twists, coils, spirals,
And twirls allowing herself
To dance.