Untitled Poem #4 by Broken Angel angels_teardrops@excite.com You are silent the corners of your perfect //bleeding// mouth twisted into a bitter smile a thin stream of red flowing gently from one corner of your lips. head turned away from me, eyes downcast my fist still aches from the impact that it made against your mouth and your teeth against my knuckle have opened a small wound that bleeds minutely and stings. I am filled with anger, rage, betrayal but also curiosity because I know if you choose that you could kill me, easily. You are, after all, well-trained in the ending of life. And yet despite the hatred the innumerable blows you don't hit back - merely, you say 'don't touch me' as if your words themselves are a shield against my blows.