For three years they called me a freak—and I stayed silent—until they touched my little sister in front of everyone, and the truth I buried finally came out and changed everything.

the empty, robotic baseline of a clean slate.

I reached the base of the concrete overpass pillar, my fingers digging into the rough, industrial seams of the structure as I began to climb the vertical surface with fluid, inhuman efficiency. I utilized the deep utility channels designed for the highway electrical wiring, my boots finding purchase on the continue reading …