My Old school writing

I am not dead

I felt the wind gust - around my pale skin -

The heavens called out - as my organs packed themselves in

a grand speed solidified my fate - as I fell

What a way to die! - what a day to die

What a drop in altitude

What a stillness that grasps the mind.

As it drops from the top of the hill

As the heart stops beating

but - I am not dead.