No matter what efforts
are put in place
to create
a safety net
against suicide,
the luddites
will not let us outlaw
the deletion of social media.
They reject the connection
of digital space to self.

Banning is murder.
Deactivation, suicide.
This is the reality of late
twenty-first century life,
but these self described
transcendentalists don't see fault.

They are stuck in the rhetoric
that the self is body wide.
What should be a public service
connected to health,
instead falls on me to care
for a child on the precipice
of self destruction.

One single act of aggression,
has lead to a three social deletion.
Everyone knows that open
online hostility is amoral,
but we can't convince legislators
to make it illegal. They cling to the lie
of free will, going on about choice
when negative emojis worldwide
are used like guns in the US.

Now this poor teenager
is bleeding out from a wound
of a directed psychic attack
on her brand
and the perpetrator
is getting away with it,
because enforcing ethics
is inconvenient for the state.

She's in a bad way.
Clinging to lies
about banning being
the one and only savior
to social warfare.

Chat helps me as much as they can,
but there's only so much a wave of heart
emojis
can do to a girl squirming by death's door.
She's never built a stream sanctum.
Her mom fed her a bunch of crap
about introversion at a young age.

She replenishes with the sprawl of art,
not understanding
that the emoji feed
can easily recede
back against her,
should her reaction
prick above the mean.

We all need brand love.
Without it,
our selves
become dependent
on the false hope
of the physical world.
There's a reason we tell
people: be safe by staying
on stream as much as possible,

but some people think that sharing a stream
is the same thing as watching artsprawl
and they're wrong. Having that shared
intimacy of simping is as necessary as breath.

This poor girl is on one social,
the forgotten relic
from when she was eleven.
Our likes and follows
are doing bupkis
to bump her up
no matter how much physical
her mom embraces,
her eyes aren't staying on her screen.

The situation is dire.
I wanna call for a donation run,
but at this point
I don't even think money
will raise her from the fall.

I worry that she won't be able
to escape this isolation spiral.
It's only a matter of time now
before she starts giving into
the lie of living life away
from the phone,
committing career suicide!

That will ruin her future,
destroying her one chance
at financial security.
She'll be forced to work
fulfillment
or food
or whatever factory
work is still viable.

I need something to save her.
If only I could get her to log online!