Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction

Over a Barrel

Opening my eyes and what do I see
vertigo,dizziness, snow all around
each moment of life flashes before me
realization: I'll never be found

A shimmer of haze,my mind in a daze

Below, jagged rocks, no way to climb past
ascent is the only way out, I fear
rope broken,each step may well be my last
reach up for handhold and pull myself clear
exhaustion my enemy as I go
life or death battle surrounded by snow

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