It snuck through the white defenses

and infected everything it touched.

Life a fire, it spread

and brought along ashes,

to which I choked on heavily.

I never asked for it.

I was chosen out of millions.

It swung from an invisible vine

onto me.

It climbed all over me.

It explored my summit

all the way to my trenches.

It first attacked my lungs,

suffocating me,

an unscratchable itch.

It climbed to my throat,

its virulent hands clasped around it

tightly.

It explored my brain for fun,

navigating the voluminous passageways

and destroying the walls.

I became weaker,

breathless.

It revelled in that.

I cursed myself for my sudden frailness

and tried to combat the burning itch.

Yet it was prepared,

and evolved as a defense measure.

There was no fighting it.

The war was over before I realized

there was even a war.