Planes (Free Verse)

I scooch back pressing my body into the hard leather seat that’s just barely too upright to be comfortable. I lean my head against the wall but it smacks just a little too hard, sending a pulse through my already throbbing brain. I stare out the tiny window at the patchworks of fields below us, trying in vain to find peace in their lush rolling waves hoping for sleep to consume my body. The harsh flourescent lights seep through my eyes, bleaching my skull, and my pale skin looks sickly and translucent I take a shot of Ginger Ale because that’s all that fits in these tiny goddamn cups. The glowing skeleton of an unnamed city below reminds me that I hate planes.