The Witness (Freeze)

I wrestle with my hatred of the woman tied up.

She saw who killed my son, but she didn’t speak up.

Why should I care if she freezes to death?

Why should I care if she dies, when she didn’t care when my son died. 

Finally, resigned, I reach through the pipe to get the key.

I get it at the sacrifice of my skin.

I try to save her, but it’s too late. 

All I can do is watch her freeze.

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