Your fingers are cold,
               Cold like ice.
                     Ice like the cubes in your drink-
          Margarita drinks you had at the bar
                 The bar was open way too late
Two drinks in your hand
                Two hands over the steering wheel
                        “We’ll dance the night away!”
            Away with the dark you warm up with a dance- 
                   Belly warm with cinnamon and gin 
With eyes closed you listen to music; 
                    Music to drown out the rain-
                            Rain and thunder blur the noise 
            Blurring the colors; green to red
Red to black.

Your fingers are cold,
             Cold like ice.
                   Cold like your body-
             You’re struggling to breathe
                      Too tired to move
      “Move away from the fire!”
The smell of rubber and rain
             Rain staining your clothes
                   You’re dying- you feel a throbbing pain
             You painfully move your head to the side
            On the side of the road- a baby seat
Your baby girl not a year old
           Will grow older without you
You wait for rescue on a silent, cold street.

Your fingers are cold,
Cold like ice.