barely above a whisper

Franco Amati
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2 min readMar 25

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with the gravest eyes
and the sweatiest of palms,
and with a trembling voice,
held barely above a whisper,
she said, well, I’m afraid
to go out there and live life again…
the life, she said, that chewed me up
and spit me out, the life I was supposed
to conquer as the sort of normal hero
of this transcendent familial narrative,
but now, she felt more like a casualty,
buried here, she said, stuck inside
these walls, dug in deeper…

Franco Amati

Speculative fiction writer from New York. Editor of Scuzzbucket. For published work visit or buy me a coffee at