Gloves driving her crazy

During the crash
when it all went tits up
she lost something.

All her fault
she couldn't 
without a grimace
watch other drivers.

Inside 
she was inside out
like a glove

soft lining exposed
surfaces reversed
to wield her weapons of choice
against her innards.

Down the road
(was something healing?)
she could meet fellow users 
on par again.

Rejection
a heatproof mitten
to wrap around others' warmth
misinterpreted as triumph.

She began to enjoy
the race away 
from the lights
the chance
of winning
again.