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.