Brother if you were

I cycled alongside the cars
as the sky turned to water
The deep
dark kind, where headlights
block out the monsters

I stopped my bike
and got out my phone, to write for you
My pink hands tapping
at the glowing screen

The streetlamps to my right
turned the world upside down
and venomous orange

I had never written for you before
I didn’t think I could

But as the water above me began to crack
I knew that your grin was my trump card

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