Evidently, I should have recognised your kind well.

The type who thinks it’s okay to throw punches at someone not strong enough to withstand your spell.

Evidently you think with a ‘she deserves a slap but not a nose break blood gushing fatality.

The warning signs – illuminated in the dark – yet one was driving further and further away from signs of reality.

Evidently, the abuse became physical – Ma gets a leg broken and screamed out of her own home.

Respect lost to those willing to put up with tirade of abuse – shattered by the illusion that inside is a not a lost soul- but a vicious short-sighted, inbred gnome.

Evidently, it went too far – blood gushing with Niagara force. Dr Jekyll came out to suppress his calculating side.

The damage was done. The apologies came thick and fast. A makeup of sexual intimacy -lying in spoons – easy to forget the true impression that you are an insidious Hyde.

Evidently, acts of treason were thought to be safe because of making love or banging next to a mother, drunk, lying on the floor in a made-up carpet bed.

Kind words and questions poured from the mouth who easily quickened to taint the air with putrid attacks, to these addicted females’ wrong idea of what respect means in the revolving door of her head.

Evidently, New found respect for the one who took a punch and lost consciousness for 1 minute – brain damage pondered whether it would take over her body – luckily her will scourged it to flee.

Sexy is the one with broken teeth, cut open flesh, cartilage and a nose flattened from senseless violence; unjustified with a kiss expounded by debasing eroticism intoxicated sparks of Malfunction -plain to see.

Evidently, words were promised that her husband would never know the truth of what happened on the blood stained sofa – a night ensconced by lust -finally she felt acceptance.

A day away from the chaos, in a house cluttered with but one nebulous mirror Her ways spent in error were seen in the stark light of horror. This was a mere council estate , drunk fuelled norm in decadence.

Evidently, he loses more numbers by the day. Days on his life, friends by his side. The violence she won’t cover up like a weeping wound hidden from the world – oozing in shame. It’s a disgrace.

Is there justification for treating other people with the utmost disrespect?

No retribution will come from knowing that she may remind him of his mother, but he has turned into that devil he half loves and half despises.

The one who gave birth to his diseased soul. A disfigurement- a sour-faced, soot -aura – shuddering at his own self made, society shun the beast with a cleft palate.

I’m down for equality but I cannot tolerate the violence, hatred bred contempt.

The notion that a woman’s place is to submit to acts of a ghetto’s patriarchal, backwards, reprehensible mentality.