A collection of fifty-four free-verse poems revolving around the interiority of melancholia, ranging from chaotic dyads and wearisome days to gut-wrenching despair. Birds have hollow bones, continually flying and falling from highs to lows, and therein lies the inspiration behind both the title and the content. The poems touch the spectrums of stark blacks and whites, with bleak and unrelentingly graphic depictions of the pain, loneliness, and emptiness of mental illness. For those who know it, the writing will ring only too true, for those who know of it, the words are a vicarious immersion in the depths of the human psyche. This is an expose of the intensely personal world of melancholia.