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.
The truth

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.

Selected byJordan Trethewey
Image CreditSam Rupsa

Kaci Skiles Laws is a closet cat-lady and creative writer living in Dallas—Fort Worth. She is an editor at Open Arts Forum, and her writing has been featured in The Letters Page, Bewildering Stories, The American Journal of Poetry, Pif Magazine, The Blue Nib, Necro Magazine, Terror House Magazine, and Anti-Heroin Chic, among others. She won an award for her poem, This is How it Ends, by North Central Texas College's English Department and is currently working on a children's book called The Boogerman. Her published work and blog can be viewed at https://kaciskileslawswriter.wordpress.com/, and her visual artwork and music can be viewed on YouTube under Kaci and Bryant.