Twisted

To the world, I no longer exist.

The life I live occurs outside the third dimension-a memory, a ghost, the boogeyman, or perhaps simply a figment of the imagination.

When I'm passed on the street, there is no connection.

No eye contact.

I'm the one whose presence leaves a cold chill of uncertainty, quickly erased by minds who don't want to acknowledge that men like me exist.

On the dark web, I'm known as Kader, and for the right price, I will do what others can't or won't.

I've learned to exist ...