poem: blew It

(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
i lost
my chance again.


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