by Tracy Davidson
It lies halfway across the bridge. Makes people shiver, even on hot nights.
Legend speaks of a long-armed troll, that grabs folk by their heels, drags them to their deaths below.
I’m no troll. Ghostly arms, full of broken bones, cannot grab, cannot drag.
I jumped, centuries ago. Never left.
Sometimes, others come to jump. I whisper to those whose resolve falters. I sit beside smashed bodies, hoping one will join me. They never do.
I crave company. So, now I whisper to all who linger. My legend grows. Still, I’m lonely.
Won’t you join me? Just one more step…
Tracy Davidson lives in Warwickshire, England, and writes poetry and flash fiction. Her work has appeared in various publications and anthologies, including: Poet’s Market, Mslexia, Atlas Poetica, Modern Haiku, The Binnacle, A Hundred Gourds, Shooter, Journey to Crone, The Great Gatsby Anthology, WAR, In Protest: 150 Poems for Human Rights.