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i don’t leave the tracks. i can wander further along them, as if running away.
or i can turn around and walk backwards to meet it with an open hug.
but i can’t get off.
i was once tied down. it wasn’t with rope. whispers, i think.
tied around my wrists and ankles. i would press my head to the steel beam to hear them.
now there’s nothing physically chaining me.
but i can’t get off.
people walk alongside me. pressing bread rolls in my hands (i drop them behind me, a trail of breadcrumbs). shoving me (my balance wobbles, but never breaks).
whenever there’s footsteps behind me, i raise my voice until it’s all i can hear.
but i can’t get off.
my ticket weighs me down.