A Fate Deserved?

Don't drink and drive. Contest prompt "Flesh."

Rended flesh hanging
         as I pulled her from the car.

Heat of Spreading Flames
         soaked me to my soul.

I think she had been pretty
         before she had this wreck.

Now she's charred and scarred
         and that's if she's not a corpse.

Don't know who she is,
         But I can tell she'll be missed

The rings on her fingers
         Say somewhere she's expected.

Life leaks out as red drenches earth
         and the blood has a stifling stench.

Yet, over this odor
         is the stink of bottled booze.

I know it's sad to think,
         but is this what she deserves?