He was so angry,
it seemed,
as he walked over to wher I was,
doubled over, and in pain.
But my opponent was in even more.

Our blood shared,
painting the snow around us
with a dark dark red,
that looked as if it'd never ever wash out.
But of course it will,
when the snow finally melts.

He grabed my shoulders, 'and pulled me up, until I was standing.
Looking him in the face.
I wonder what he could see.
A balck eye begining to form,
and nose trickled with blood.
Matted hair,
and a dark bruise begingin to form on my cheekbone.

"Ronni! What have you done?
You know better than to fight!"
He had screamed at me.
It almost seemed like he ws sobbing.
But I wasn't paying attention.
My hands hung useless,
I didn't have to sign what happened.
As Myke came running out of the house.

Grabbing my hands, in his large caloused ones.

"Jaize. WhY?"
She had asked softly.
I pushed away from him.
And walked over to the one still doubled over, holding out my hand
to help him up.

"We'll forget after the snow thaws."
Was what he ssaid.
A smile on his lips.
His ose ws bleeding worse than mine, but he
had staunched the lfow with
the cuff of his jacket.
I wore no jacket.
and my arms were red where I had fallen down.

He went his way, I walked into the house.
Cleaning up my face,
Corny watching my every move.
"It was my fault." I signed to him.
"My fault. I started it, first hits and evrything."
I finished,
continueing to wash my face.
He seemed so angry at me.
I've fought before.
So why was this fight so different?