I jump, my pulse quickening

Hair fluttering behind my 

Raging skull

But there's no time left 

For me to remember 

Or regret 

I hit the water

My life shattering into countless pieces

My hair floating away

In the current, I used to

Grow it out only 

To chop it off again

This is what bad news feels like,

I'm not there to testify

But the bridge will suffice