You rolled  down the window, and the cold air of the night rushed in.
It pounds on me as a mad woman on the door of an ex-lover,
And as it dissipated, it danced on my skin with feet of lead.
I took this beating, because in the moment
I enjoyed the pain;
.The coolness of the kiss from an abusive mother.
And she whispers in my ear that…
I am alive.