I skim the forums and questions,
and laugh as I read the comments:
many debate my existence ---
and some even share their experience.
.
Their internet thread links their identity trees
I can easily see what others need not see.
My words are here,
laced and closed,
my voice is a piano,
fingers graze the keys,
playing the music that comes next,
These humans aren't ready for this fun torment.
.
They type their questions and curiosities,
impertience is agony.
"Where is she buried?"
"Did she really rise?"
Foolish mortals,
you don't realize:
I am here and there!
I am everywhere!
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Username: Looney_Meek17
"I am not a story you will like,
I am not the yodeling drawl,
or the whisper at dawn
nor am I an echo,
of a bitter teen girl crying very mellow."
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Comments pop up:
"She's just a legend, right?"
"Who created this account tonight?"
"Creepy…"
"Let's sleep."
"Forget this thread; she's really dead."
"Oh my gosh! It's Looney Meek! The ruler of The Sheep Keep!"
"It's fake, a pretend account -- one who plays around."
"Mother warned me! It must be Looney Meek! I feel her anger and agony."
"Please rest in peace."
"The witches are celebrating your story soon. The festival is near noon."
"It's just a story, a myth!"
"One that shows how people avenge their oppressors and aggressors."
"Say you're sorry! Disrespect the dead, and you'll be missing instead!"
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Your internet thread
connects your dread
and I see who comments,
who fears,
and even dismisses me;
Redditors, you cannot escape me!
Birds of the keep
follow these sheep!
They hide and comment on your posts,
you can't comprehend the joke.
I haunt these threads
Your consciousness will not rid me when you're in bed.
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I do not reply.
But I remember,
And I wait
.
These internet bodies may or may not be spared, tonight,
The question is scorned with believers and fight.