Constant yelping overwhelms the air,

piercing the eardrum of the drunkard

lying in his cobalt chair.

One nip on his finger

causes his body to jolt,

his glossy eyes open,

eyebrows close to the nose.

Glaring at the canine's teeth,

both sharp and pristine,

he establishes himself Master

ordering dog to its knees.

Five fingers clasp around the fury neck

with intentions clear; harm is near.

A tail no longer fans the air,

but curls between legs

subdued by fear.

Master shoves the muzzle

onto the cold, hard floor

smashing it to the ground,

a new yelp has occurred.

He swings a fist and breaks some ribs,

"Oh that'll teach her good,

don't mess with me, bitch."

His canine friend lays still on the floor,

but he couldn't care less

as he looks for more liqueur.

Wide eyed and terrified

his puppy whimpers softly.

A pool of blood drips from her mouth,

escaping her mangled body.

Yet despite his act

she loves him so,

she blames herself;

should've left him alone.

Her tail uncurls and begins to wag

at the sight of her best friend,

but he still looks mad.

She yelps for help

awaiting some love,

surely he'll see

this is no look for a pup.

But hope disappears

as the message is made clear

when her best friend walks out,

shutting the door behind him.

I swear I'll be better;

a good girl, yes?

Just give me a chance,

I'll love you the best.

I love you so much

despite what you do,

but it's getting hard to breathe,

please help me

what do I do?

I'm trying to be strong,

but I'm really too weak.

Just know that I loved you,

even if you didn't love me.