I sit imprisoned in an airplane seat
Stripped of my freedom to see the crimson hue of the setting sun
Slipping into the horizon in haste
Screens — they pop up everywhere
Pixel by pixel they glow louder as the sun weakens
Suffocating the tranquil peace of a quite summer evening
I catch myself looking
ike a moth drawn to a flame
resistance — fails
i catch myself looking
every single time i raise my eyes to admire the fading light
they sit gleaming at the periphery
unapologetically
What about my consent
What about my peace.
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