The Bridge
Eve Hodgson
(Birmingham)
I take the first step. The bridge creaks
under my feet.
I close my eyes.
Second step.
The bridge groans. I am unwanted there.
Third step.
I feel sick. I looked down.
The bridge wails. I am hurting it.
Fourth step.
The bridge is sagging.
Fifth step.
I’m in the middle.
Sixth, seventh, eighth step.
The bridge is crying.
Ninth step.
The bridge is screaming.
I am falling.
The jagged rocks rush towards me.
Tenth step.
My foot hits solid ground.
Done.