My computer turns on.
The lights are off.
The monitor shrieks an unholy shade of white.
I am not purified by this light.
I was Dialgo, talking about the tenets of fighting racism.
I was Legion, mounting raids to burn the oppressed.
I was Cassie, inquiring about sexual tourism.
I was Father Christian, protecting those I've blessed.
I was Sephora, urging those for liberation.
I was Brian, comforting my best friend.
I was Zkul, asking for a poem to come to creation.
I'll be someone that fits the current online trend.
The monitor shuts off.
The lights are on.
I lay in bed.
For now though, it's just me.