(100 words) 7 Jan. 2018
By S.R.A. Markin
when my SOS isn’t received,
i try again
my fingers are bloody and numb
from scraping a blade on stone
i only get sparks
the humidity dampens the flint and chills my bones
i shiver away my heat,
and my core restricts the cold air
i have been here for longer than i can remember
the days are short,
and the nights are long
when she was here, we kept warm
little light attaches to the wool,
so i lightly blow
the flame goes out
because i blew too hard
my chance again.
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I am a student at Mount Royal University in Calgary, Alberta, Canada. I am in the Health and Physical Education degree, majoring in physical literacy, and I am minoring in English.
I inspire to do few things and to do these things right. I enjoy creative writing.