You’re in an empty grain silo—
so dark you can’t see
the domed roof. The only door
slams closed behind you.
All the light you’re able to see
shines from a nickel-sized hole
far above your head.
Your voice vibrates to the top
of the silo as you yell for help.
Surely, the farmer must hear
your echo. But he’s gone—
driving all the cows to slaughter.
Amanda Biltucci is currently studying English and Creative Writing as a PhD student at Binghamton University, where she is also a poetry editor for Harpur Palate. Originally from a tiny rural town in central New York State, the Mohawk Valley and Adirondack Mountains inspire much of her work. Her poetry has appeared in Blueline and Written River.