Just one click, led to another.
His twisted words encouraged it.
But I trusted his beseeching sentences
And lost my senses with them.
It seemed alright at first;
A simple game of truth or dare.
But did I dare accept this challenge?
I couldn’t, why would I?
But in the end:
Without thought or distraction;
I mechanically took another flick.
Just like a robot, repressed by action
-- conforming to my master’s words.
The button was already hit,
without regret or hesitation
But instead… a sigh of relief.
-- Maybe he’ll stop begging now.
I actually never heard from him again
-- just another jerk from my class. Who cares?
Until that Monday morning:
The weekend had come to an end.
My school was quiet
-- yet the halls were filled with whispers.
One sound, one spoken word – echoed everywhere.
But silence filled my presence.
Everyone stared; girls with erratic eyes,
Boys with lustrous smiles.
Who were they looking at?
The photo-virus had taken its leap.
It was airborne- spread through chainmail
-- text message and twitter.
But ironically this virus never got to
It spread from phone to school but I couldn’t catch it.
-- Even though I was the origin of this infectious disease.
How do you capture a rumor
if it’s already taken?