Manumission

All year they spit, curse, and hurl distrusting looks on one another. And then, one fine day on the second fortnight of October, they throw their inhibitions out the window. Brotherhood and sisterhood always a pair of horns or cat ears away, a mere viking helmet, Scream mask, or go-go outfit enough to free their minds and loosen tongues. There's revelry. And then, it's back in chains for most of them. Silent and supple, they slip the fetters back around their wrists. See you next year!