LH

a dog.
everyone uses dog to insult
as if treated as a class below
as a curse directed to someone that pissed you off.
a pisser.
she's more than cuss though.
i can see it in here eyes.
her once,
eager,
wandering,
radiant,
beautiful black eyes.
a reflection even bestowed within
once.
replacing them are
fragile,
tired,
sunken..
eyes.
if you could call them eyes anymore.
a family too lazy to bother,
little by little,
further and further she goes,
more and more she rests,
dreading what is coming next.
a fate we know too much.
yet she still looks up at me
with the slightest bit of hope,
oblivious to the world's natural cruelty
of life and death
with those same two eyes.