gallows humour

I wear my noose like a necklace, as if it wasn't there at all, though it's perfectly visible on my chest. I love feeling invisibile in a big town - I could probably grow horns and wings, and the chattering crowds wouldn't notice me until I bumped into someone's hot coffee. Right now I'm walking briskly, looking ahead, with a straight back and arms - confidence will get you everywhere, and right now I hope it'll get me away from the gallows and the angry town folk, suddenly and brutally depraved of the simple entertainment of a public execution. Sorry, everyone, you'll have to make do with pig racing or whatever is popular in this nook of the map. I try to look around as nonchalantly as possible to catch sight of the blue sea between the brick buildings and merchants' carts. I have no idea where my people are - maybe it was them who sabotaged the execution? Maybe the rope was just too rotten? I hope I'll get to ask them soon. Right now, the faster I get to the seaport, the better. I'm still wearing that noose. It's good to be invisible sometimes.

PS: Author here: I’m not a native English speaker, so feel free to point out any mistakes! Thanks :)