Death By Sharing Too Much identity out there on the WWW
Always protect your identity on social media and vocal
Death By Sharing Too Much identity
She wrote like silence breaking glass
sharp and spare, nothing dressed
words that cut and didn’t bleed
she had respect, she had peace.
she had a loving family
Now she is deceased.
She love to write and chat.
Not for fame, or to be the great I am,
but the quiet nods and like’s
of readers who knew what truth was.
she signed it all in her real name oh no.
That was her first mistake
He read her work, liked her style
looked her up, wasn’t hard
Facebook showed the rest of her
a soft face, a steady path
that she lived alone.
He sent a message, called her brave
said her poems cut in the best way
she answered once, then once again
a week of talk, soft and strange
She never saw the shift come in
He seemed polite, a little shy
She felt a pull, a blush, a thrill
and gave him where she lived
Not much, just her address
said she’d cook if he liked roast
nothing fancy, just a meal
for someone who loved her words.
She was nervous, yes, but flattered too
set the table, played old tunes
checked her mirror, twice, then once
He showed up on time.
Oh hi, please do come in.
They talked a bit, they sipped some tea
she smiled once, then left the room
to powder her nose
and on the way back
it was over before she could blink.
He waited, grabbed her by the throat
held tight until she stopped breathing
found by her brother on the landing Dead
The Murderer made a big mistake
He left just one thing out of place
before he entered her home that night.
he threw his cigarette butt
on the side path by the door
Three weeks later, all Vocal was in shock
The news and newspapers reported:
Poet who lived for her writing on Vocal.Media
was murdered
WHY?
All because she made two mistakes,
using her real name
and accepting his friend request.
after he found her on Facebook.
Even though he was unknown.
The warning to everyone is this:
Not everyone you meet is nice.
There are evil people out there too.
Always protect your true identity.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
Such a scary world
Warning taken and good work on this PSA.
This is a tragic story. It's scary how easily sharing personal info can turn deadly. I've always been cautious online. You think she could've avoided this if she'd been more guarded? And how can we better protect ourselves in the digital world?