Pencil, 3½×5½ in.
I was going to try to write a poem to go along with this sketch, but i haven’t been able to get very far. (I almost had a haiku, but trimming the story to fit in such tight format cut it to the point where it didn’t make any sense.) My poetry skills are pathetic.
Anyway, the mood i’m going for is that of a woman who’s been repeatedly beaten by her husband, maybe even has children who are being abused by him, and has finally Had Enough. Tonight, after he falls asleep, she’s getting out the meat cleaver…