Fight mode 

Do you want me to stay? 

Don’t ask me that now

when I just want to throw the 

remote in your face. 

I snap it out of his hands.

Give it back,

he says

with eyes as dark as mine 

as he tries to grab it from me. 

Try me.

I have an older brother.

I know how to fight.

Be careful, he says 

It is going to brake.

No I say with grinding teeth

and let my instincts run free.

And we fight  

until we are both on the floor

and I throw the remote control 

over the bed. 

We can both

hear the sound of it breaking.

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