Silly Fear

Blood filled leaves on each square feet, I walk aimlessly in circle, stuck, avoiding the venom covering the surface of the open air prison. One step left, another step right, I’m back at square one. I look around…

“I’ve freed a couple more” whisper the walls of ancestry behind me. I look again and gasp “zoombies?”. The walls reply back “No, those souls crushed by the weights of their backpack, hunched, white light flashing on their faces, they are you and you are them”. It’s true none of us can escape until the walls decide to set us free, soul by soul, each year. When is my freedom ceremony?