The smell of burning tire the rubber marks on her face
A cadaver crushed in, the lung touching the heart
The glassy look in her eye as it meets the crumpled front of the car
The crushed glass shards tangled in her hair

Blood covers my hands as I try desperately to search through the remains
Crushed glass shattering into a million pieces under my feet
But I don’t feel
Picking up her corpse, caressing the face I truly loved for the last time
16, the lethal age for Annabelle

Complete blankness, sitting in the musty court room
Disappointment piercing the back of my skull as the jury show their emotions
But I killed her, I crashed into that little girl
The whiskey on my breath, the tears upon my face it was all too much

Screaming, unceasing screaming
Changing pitch hour by hour but always remaining the same
Her daughter, her baby, dead because of a single driver
She wondered if it hurt, if her last breath was as sharp as the death that devoured her

Shaking my head as I review the case, another year passes and another life ends
Another second passes and a life ends
The man is guilty, I know he is
The pain of a crash
Like the pain of a knife

Tears I shed on the wooden podium
My hands shake reach up to the microphone
My words that determining the man’s fate
“Yes sir, he was intoxicated”