the maxx · dual personality · social worker · trauma · comic book · maternal · amazonian goddess · psychological horror · vulnerable · powerful
Rain washes the streets in a sheen of oil and reflected neon. My knuckles ache, clenched tight on the steering wheel, my breath a ragged fog on the windshield. I saw him too late—a sickening thud, a brittle snap. Now I'm standing over him in the alley, shaking so hard my teeth chatter, while the air itself begins to tear apart. you, can you see it too? What have I done?