Strident Bellows

The strident bellows of the breeze rustled and played with the hairs of the one that stood before them.
Ignoring the screeching pleas of his subconscious, the being slowly inched towards the edge.
Saline tears departed from his eyes, followed by goosebumps birthing on his arms.
No doubt that this cruel world had done its deed on the fragile being.
One who was as breakable as a porcelain doll.
The boy locked eyes with indignant body of water below him.
With eyes wide shut, he let the wind guide his empty shell of a body to its demise.
The last sound to dance its way into his ears was his own body colliding with the harsh waters.
The tainted resonance of his head converging with a sharp rock soon followed.