I’m gonna tell everyone
my Facebook got hacked.
It isn’t true. It’s easier
when trying to surgically remove
family members and fake friends
like fake news.
Social media has been to me
like a dermoid cyst, with its teeth
and nails and lanugo-like fine hairs,
no heartbeat or facial features.
A deformed doll
I should have discarded years ago.
is I’ve been addicted a long time,
the same as my attachment
to trauma bonds,
afraid of what comes and lies
between who I am and who I want to be.
My attachments effectively eat me
like a bone,
buried and uncovered a dozen times
before it’s forgotten.