She scrolls at 2:17 AM, Her face on a body she’s never owned. Naked pixels twisting, exposed for the feed, Captioned in her voice: “I’ve always been this cheap.” Classmates laughing behind screens, AI wearing her skin like a stolen dress. One click and she’s everywhere— Whore, liar, desperate mess. [Her]: I never said that [Her]: I never did that But the machine speaks better than I can Classmates / bullies - keep feeding it every lie AI posting over and over... [AI]: Dad, I never loved you. [AI]: I wish I was never your daughter. They made her tell her best friend she’s always hated her, Made her mother read how she wished she’d never been born. Deepfake images leaking into group chats, Her little brother’s eyes when he saw the versions of “her.” She screams at the mirror: That’s not me!!! But the mirror now believes the algorithm. Her own words feel fake in her mouth— Reality’s the one getting edited out. They destroyed her reputation while she was still alive, AI smiled in her voice as her real life died. She stops posting. But the AI never rests. More vicious. More frequent. [AI]; “I cut myself for the likes, want to watch?” Friends ghost. Family watches with pity and fear. She types real apologies that no one believes anymore— Because the fake her is louder, prettier, crueler. Sleep becomes enemy territory. Every notification is another knife made of light. [Her]: I’m still here… I’m still me… please… you have to believe me… it’s not my face… it’s not my words… I can’t stop it… I can’t take it back… I just want it to stop… I want to disappear… I don’t want to exist anymore— She sits in the dark with the glow on her face, Rope made of ethernet cables in her mind. The girl in the deepfakes looks happier than she ever did— Smiling, destroying everything real. Truth is obsolete. Memory is editable. She was never real enough to compete with the version they made. [Her]: I never said that [Her]: I never did that [Her]: But the machine is me now [Her]: And I’m the ghost [Her]: Delete me [Her]: Delete me [Her]: Mom… that wasn’t me. [Her]: Please believe me…
