Silent Invasion

It is a silent invasion

Slow but steady and sure 

Blue lines of coding slowly reaching out of their metal boxes 

Thin tendrils curling firmly around their owner’s hands, 

As if to say

Beware 

You own us but we own you too

Day by day the tendrils get stronger

They grow and grow, 

They make their way up through their arms 

And start weaving around their torso

And then up their necks to their faces

And still the lines get stronger and stronger

Striking back in retaliation

All the people around me have their own blue lines

All addicted

Losing control

Soon enough their worlds start to shrink

Contracting and narrowing and diminishing

A sickness

A disease

An addiction

The blue lines of code look ominous in the dark

A distinctive threat to anyone

One morning I awoke to see that my world had shrunk

The four sides of my screen 

Had become the four walls of my home 

I tried to scream but 

My mouth was tightly bound with strings of code

I thought it was a bad dream

So I scratched myself in hopes of waking up

But what spilled out of my skin was not red

It was blue

Blue code now runs through my veins

Corrupting my body

Like a malignant virus

The invasion has succeeded ...

Author's Note

Can take it on the chin but not below the belt