A Tattoo

Dark, so dark.
All I saw was black, I couldn't open my eyes.
There was nothingness within the air,
wind was blowing iced pricks that speared through
my face.
The shreaded bits of clothing hanged on my body,
dancing angrily to the beat of their movements.
All drunken with laughter, shadows swaying
like mad palm trees.
Smashing empty glass bottles near me, I was
trembling.
Tears and blood stained my face,
he pulled me and I was forced to move.
Feeling hundreads and thousands of needles
in my body, I was at discomfort.
His rough skin came onto mine, dry and hard.
Swallowing and inhaling was all that I
was capable of, I dare not make a sound.
Pushing me towards the bare side of the wall,
leaving me bare in the wind, so sharp,
so frozen.
I limped into midnight silently,
fearing that one day, they might come
for me again.

Gradient

With the chilling humidity,
holding in my hands a warm mug.
Smoke rising from the chocolate coloured
beverage, I held the mug close to my nose and
inhaled.
A scent of comforting rich passion, drove the
iced air away.
Pressing my lips against the steaming
ceramic, I tasted a tint of chocolate in the beginning.
As the taste rosed, it was milk tea.
I looked down at the ceramic mug,
and smiled to myself.
The first impression changed.

6:30

Opening my eyes, all I saw was a white screen
with half a dozen of colours sparkling here and there.
Confused and struggling to unfold the blankness,
a blurred vision smothered my sight.
It was dark in the blizzered cold morning, my eyelids
felt heavy.
Climbing out of protection, an icy breeze surrounded
my arms, I shivered.
It was tempting to rest my mind and hibernate
under the warmthness for a few minutes, but I knew
I would be late.
It was the start of a new day, another adventure
I couldn't possibly reject.