if i were a troll under a bridge...

if i were a troll under a bridge it would be a rope bridge

and i would hang by a harness fifteen feet below, dangling over a ravine

i would know when people walked over my bridge because the bridge would wobble and i would swing

and if i happened to be in a particularly bad mood i would climb up my ropes (there would be big knots for footholds) and face the travelers

if you dared to cross my bridge while i was crying you would surely be in for it

a shower of my tears would accost you, obscuring Your vision

the spray of salty water from my eyes would catch the wind and swirl all around, shaking the bridge violently

and you would wonder why, but i would never tell you

i could watch you fall down into the ravine, never having touched you with my hands

you would descend through the air in slow motion, falling farther and farther away from me until you became a speck in my vision

and once i could not see you anymore, i, too, would jump down off the swinging rope bridge, speeding through the air

but i would be tied in, so my fall would be broken after fifteen feet, give or take

as i bounced back into my original position i'd feel perfectly alone, and then i might scream.

no one should cross my bridge