POETRY

Black Mirrors

A poem

We scroll while the forests burn.
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Another melting glacier,
another dying species—
packaged neat
between makeup hauls
and coffee foam.

We trade trees
for cheap cotton.
Rivers
for runway looks.
A thousand creatures disappear
so we can match
a seasonal palette.

This is the price
of convenience:
fast fashion sewn
with extinction’s thread.
Aesthetics over ethics.
Plastic over permanence.

But it’s not our water.
Not our children.
Not our home—
not yet.

So we scroll.
We frame ourselves in pixels
until we forget
what sunlight feels like
without a filter.