Author S. K. Nicholas

he’s handy with his fists

likes to give her a good hiding

when she steps out of line

he does it  ’cause he’s weak and

she’s beautiful, like all women are

giving birth to the wonders of life, all he gives birth to is

an absence of meaning

without her, there’s nothing of value to be seen

so he breaks her down

and feeds her the fear

hating all that she stands for with blind conviction

her face an imprint of purity, with a smile soft as snow

he’ll do all that he can to scratch it from her

making her feel worthless

just like him